You came searching for this
poem that would create
such a catastrophe, but more
of beauty - blooming out of it
like the rain in the poem
that you found by your window. Where
every mood is a allegory
to our moments, you came to
me wrapped in gold with a wreath
of Frangipanis in your hair, like the night
with the blurry Moon in your eyes
like sadness inside a memory
but more like joy in my heart
you came to me like the rain comes
wild and soft, humming a melody
like a Myna, like an eternal song
lilting on my lips.
