flowers in rain

of all the days,
the ones that quicken my heart
are filled with calm,
peace,
and silent repose

when the mind slows
to a gentle roll
and the clouds of discontent
have lessened
and the dripping rain
has all but stopped
knocking against
the drooping brain pan
that keeps the monsters
carefully hidden,
then comes the serenity
of smooth nights
and tepid days

no pleasure greater
than absolute silence
when the haze
of disturbances
rattle down to a halt
like the wheezing cough
of the infirmary patient
cracking out one last breath
before gazing skyward
at the final memories
of life long lost

the bones relax
at times such as these-
a fluid reprieve
from the broken moments
under watchful dark

how the eyes blister
and scab,
healing under their own weight
upon the weight,
above the waiting rain

O' send me from this slowly
so that i may feel the fingers
pinching away
at the skin
for sins
of flesh
and failure

lure me into the night
so i might
breath again the misty dew
from the wilting flowers
of reproach

even sad flowers cry
over an ending
come too soon