Portuguese Wet Dreams

Not the R-rated ones

Rain-tones ring on roof tiles, drowning

whispers of daydreams dancing on the clouds

My head swims in hanging lakes,

adrift in wonder, lost in time

A soft cascade of memories

pools along my window sash,

each tear a tale upon the pane,

secrets swirling in my puddled past

The sky confesses timeless stories,

written in rhythms of joy and pain

each raindrop a verse of poetry,

the world reborn with every rain.

— dedicated to Kristen, thanks for the inspiration