Density

Listen slightly
to the rain drops falling
onto the rooftop
under cold purple skies.

Darkness is upon us,
and the train roars,
as the city sirens
flow between the buildings.

You can feel the peace
one drop at a time,
while the moon hides
behind the clouds tonight.

And I look at you and wonder
how you’ve been brought to me.
Fate now believed by a man
who never believed in destiny.

Leave a Comment