Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Rain
Come with the rain
Fly to me on pregnant winds
Engorged with promises of hope
That fill the air with expectations;
Glimmerings of wild sensations…
Come to me by nature’s call -
Arouse a world enrapt-enthralled
To bring a glimpse of destiny;
Your spirit’s pure intensity…
Breeze my skin with summer rays -
Electrified – my nerves erect -
Beguile my senses with effect
And leave me gasping for my breath…
Douse me with your ecstasy
And scream to all the heavens, high,
A flood to quench these arid plains
As manna raining from the sky…
Warwind
The whispers of impending battle
Are breaking ground from crust -
The chafing calls of confrontation
Are rising from the thirsty sands
The mulling moist meanderings
Are oathing goading invitations -
The peaks of pregnant pressure
Are spilling over lazy valleys
The drums of war into the distance
Are beating provocative crescendos -
The clamoring thundering battle-calls
Are blanketing the world below
The maddened march of the gusty chariots
Are ripping through the ragged rainclouds -
The watery wounds of the wavering warriors
Are spilling-releasing from the gutted gashes
The fallen souls from the sanguineous skies
Are seeping so sweetly into the arid lands -
The earth is gulping and pulsating tributaries
Are filling anew for the next generation…
Road of end
The will to move evades me -
As truth sets in sedately
My breath trip-stumbles in my throat -
It claws its way back down my chest
Like bloated toads now nesting there -
No more spare room for my broken heart
I spill outside into the downpour -
To make my way through blurry burning
The cleansing-healing from the skies
Will not clear my streaming eyes
Past flooded parking lots I stop -
My car is a sanctuary for solitude
My drip-trembling fingers are turning the key -
The puttering purring – the cold blast of air
The wheels caress the wet midnight slate-
slickened so sadly by syrupy sheets
I try but I cannot get gone fast enough -
The wake of the water is dragging me down
The lurching machine is growling beneath me -
The bright eyes ahead – my last pretty vision
The road winds on – forever unending -
And then, to me, this road is the end…
Fly
Where rainclouds weep
And sorrow’s deep-
A rainbow glows like gold
The silver ring of a dark cloud
Disappears as it cries
A rainfall of grief
Into the ocean world,
Where – seeming insignificant –
Individual pain is lost.
Must the beaten slate
Consume the fate
Like inferno brittle kindling?
Then should we fly
The birds in the sky-
Fly!
And use the oblivion
To change the world
In a way…
…….To be seen
And-
…….Known!
Rain
Blessed rainfall-raindrops-rain
That fills the sky, my life, again
And purge from darkness every pore
That once was filled inside.
Wash away the daily strain
And heal the ever raging pain
And with purity unknown
Remold the crushed and broken bone.
In a mind that cries: No more!
There hides an aching-bleeding sore
That only you can cure, oh rain
Only you can clean this stain…
