and then the heavens began to pour its love for the earth down,
not knowing,
no, not knowing,
that even in too much love can one drown.
…
yea,
the heavens and the earth were in a love affair —
but each time that bearer of water came
to pour its love down, the rain,
he forgot that by no suitor
can the earth be claimed.
so,
the more he sought possession,
great demonstrations,
as hurricanes —
the more and more did he taint
the object of his supposed affections.
he carved valleys into her,
as she wept his rivers,
eroding as scars
on her face
marking the earth
with where he’d been.
what is this fear?
what is this fear that possesses us
consumes us
so terrified of losing that which we love
that we’d rather ruin it ourselves
than to have it ripped away by fate?
let us always remember
that no matter the outpour of our love
to remain
it is to block out the Sun’s rays
that our love drown in vain
for we knew not
when to stop
the rain.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 