My Blue Rain

Let my blue rain sustain all your green life, And save it in a unique flower bud. We need so much, my love, to be alive, More than the dying bodies require blood. So, we hold deeply in our hearts the caves, Those love caves, which are reflected as gleams In our Elysian dreams, like souls in graves, Screams can be heard in those colorful dreams. The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray, Those clouds of suffering and awakening. Our souls need to rejoice while we pray. Our blissfulness is only love uplifting. When our springs and winters are entwined and crowned, White snow hides the glow of the exploding green. That green can grow from the seeds down in the ground, When life is propelled forward by the process of genes. A curve of silence like a cascade of screams, Or globs of foams filling the unwanted void, Nature makes the new rainbow sparkly gleams. Will these divine greens of nature be destroyed? Poem by Marieta Maglas