The Memory of Rain

Send us Fan MailThe Memory of Rain (for RDK)Lights on the hill, shimmering stars,at the end of a summer’s day, the hushed breath of evening, late whispersupon the terrace, laughter,across the dusk, but I’m just passing through this way.For the road windslong and lonely, across the fields beyond the walls, the hedges and gardens, following lines from an ancient past, footsteps, echo echo,before mine, hidden meanings in the lengthening shadows, of all that is lostand that whichhas passed.And in the afterglow of memories,forgotten across the journey, the hidden path, I need to leave them, along the lane, beyond the last of the straggling houses, and deeper into the opening secrets of tonight, at last.For behind the springtime, the blossom of this life,I need to furtherto go further,into the emptiness, where the blind man can see the moon once againthe reflections, hidden in his voices and after sightafter life, in the first dropsfrom heavy clouds,to feel and see once again,through the memory of [email protected]