Let It Rain on Me
With Your Love
He needed that lightness which is light The quiet calm that gives security.
She seemed to be a raging storm, A hurricane that sometimes in its column of dust everything spilled, But it wasn’t quite like that. Others behind and before her had tormented her, transformed her In what she didn’t want to be.
My forehead touched his, gently, how angels touch each other when they’ve forgotten that flying is their purest nature. I wished him, with half-closed lids on his, “ good night. Have sweet dreams. Forgive me. I was just trying to warm up inside your eyes, inside your heart, because it’s very cold down here and you are a sweet loving fire which does not burn, which is good for me, and warms me up indeed. But even if we couldn’t, it wasn’t possible — for you, I continue to have strength, don’t fear. “
He was an angel who needed another angel on his eyelids, just like him.






