Birds of a yellow feather getting wet in the rain


I closed my eyes against the rain and in the darkness saw a new depth
Unrecognizable layers in shadow with their angles reflecting like mirrors onto each other
Losing sight in the moment to see an illuminated scene from a different time
Feeling more as I was rather than how I am
A happy escape into a moment of peace while
Hanging onto a wistful acceptance that comes and goes as he pleases
I find myself grateful to be a piece of the dream at all
And glad for the rain here and now
Pulling me back from the hollows where I’ve known to get lost before

I’m grateful for the show ❤

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