Blur

It's raining hard tonight.
The stars are blotted out and instead
Run in rivers, steadily down to a
Cracked and dirty earth.

I can hear them falling from my room.
They're pounding the earth with their blur.

I'm behind a waterfall.
Looking out, I see night
Fragmented by falling water.
The sound ambushes my ears,
The mist gently caresses my face.
All is good with the world:
It's becoming new again.

The stars are blessing me with
Their uncertain presence.

I want to sit in their downfall.