Raindrops And Rosebuds
Raindrops and showers
by Elnathan John
Rosebuds and flowers
Can you see it changing, forming?
Do you see it becoming…?
Can you hear my heart beat
Like a pestle crushing wheat?
The wind today blew hard and long
As I lay listening to a rock song
The raindrops dropped and grew into showers
And I wished that I had a mystic’s powers
I wished as I saw in every drop, your face
That you were like a flower vase
Where I’d keep the wild flowers of my heart
Or that you were a work of gothic art
Stolen from Europe in the Middle Ages
Bought for the price of a hundred men’s wages
To adorn my home, eternally
Standing right next to my effigy
Do you feel it, just like me,
Can you feel it, can you see-
How the air ripples as my heart beats?
If I were Shakespeare or John Keats
I would say it better in verse
If I could lay upon my self a curse
My craving would be but for you
To roam the earth a wandering Jew
To see and smell and hear and touch
Be it a little or be it much…
Can you see it changing, becoming,
Do you feel it forming…?
Raindrops to showers
Rosebuds to flowers?