Ode To Sun Through Rain Poem by Jameson Marks

The sound of light over a hill
blurred by the falling tears
you cry for sorrow and pity
for the humans
your tears of joy make
me envy your persistence
the sweet scent of water
the tears fall and shatter on
the ground
like
glass
the only worry is
to lose you

Surrounded,
by a veil of
lava
burning, staining the
ground
black,
the color of a nights
sky
soon stolen by
the sun
making black to blue
Opening you up to pour your
tears out
upon the dry dark ground