Rain

Gone by way of empty bowls
Spilt the bosoms to their child
A small and quiet contemplate
For a completed while
While gone by way of the gone
Fill a chasm wide
Where all the days will hide

Gilded glaciers wear their rings
With the large aquamarines
Poured into an empty mould
Where once were desiccated wings
All gone by way of the gone
Felt a valley wide
Where the river bends beside

Machinations oxidize
Rapped the basin petal veins
Convene on flats built by bygone
Foremast in the absinthe rains
While gone by way of the gone
Flush and floundered sigh
All artificial time

Gone with every lunar eye
Eves to ink their stories plain
Lilies raft the souls away
Down through the repetition stain
All gone by way of the gone
Fundamentals die
On the rushing endless tide