Rain

Fossilized flower I can smell your perfume
Covering the distance that
Was called into being between us,
From the unexploited accumulation
Of different moments
This gift is my inheritance and I honour it
By continuing my journey, in the curve
Of the infinite alternating universes.
With anchor the three stable points
That compose your dimensional trap
I can pause and dive in your mortality.
Reality is a rain
Drops are falling, are they the same?
Some will penetrate the earthen surface
And will transform the hidden seed.
Just like fantasy can turn
An empty scenery into a heaven.
Its balance with reason is the scheme
Of creation and destruction