She Asks Me How Can I Tell Rain From Tears?

we are walking on the free lane
of love
and it starts to rain
and we have no umbrella
and she stays near
my side that i can
smell the scent
of her hair
and she looks at me
and asks me to stop
awhile
and she asks me
if i can tell the difference between
her tears and the rain

and i say yes
my love

i kiss her that long under the heavy rain
and i know how salty are her tears
how deep is her sorrow
and i tell her after

your tears are so sweet.

by RIC BASTASA

Comments (3)

There is no any calm pond on the moon but in the earth. The fox wishes to dream. What a wonderful poem.
Such a powerful and enjoying read!
powerful stuff...I love it! !