LIPS OF RAIN
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia


Autumn paints two lips of rain
On a face that’s weeping
With cold, dry leaves of rust
That roll down two cheeks of glass.

The rain drops run down in streams
Confused by a dazzling wind
That howls and shivers
Like a restless beast
Imprisoned in a cage of madness.

And autumn runs its fingers of lead
Down the windows of the night,
Grinning from behind dark clouds of smoke
And through the rain of moonlight beams.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania