Soft Falls The Rain On My Soul Poem by Baru Gobira

Soft falls the rain on my soul
I feel not the water on my pores
Soaked, sliding like life
shadows in mime…waves behind glass
Floating high, a body below
Beckons For a moment
On a journey that has but one end
Loved, bereaved
A wake in progress
Life a moment of heavy breathing
Leaving - an eternity of wants
Time a passage where piers end
Capsuled tempests now silent
Am I Dead or
Much still left to be said
That Is something you must find out.

[June 13,2010]