Rain

I am a desert awaiting for them...

my bones are thirsty sand

this heart is an oasis yet mirage

mirage needs to be real

      

Make my lips wet once more

the strings of my head long

to be rivers embroidered by

gracious sirens and nereids

   

Let me be like the deep ocean

I am the one to drown you

with the darkness of my vortex

wake me up from this slumber!

     

Dusts from my isolated planet

toll as bells the Monsoon's coming

we are waiting for him

that desired rain, his kisses...

Wiccangel (Victoria III, Antenna on 2009)©