November rain

November rain...among implosive echoes of your sobbing you poured within the dipper of her palms your sorrowful tears, gently trickling among the curves of fingertips that once sheltered his cheeks…melting within your thick obscurity the blurred silhouette, resting at the root of the flame kindled by the simple sight or touch, yet hopelessly deaf and mute…
Tonight, she can forgive the seconds spent without him, buried recklessly underneath the layer of mire, as a vengeance against the ignorance of time, unfairly impartial…she can punish the leaves with the scourge of glittering drops that seem to rejoice at the hearing of their groan…rustling remembrances of a nearly imperceptible whisper…she can drown within the torrents of her rummaged consciousness until de bubbles of a careless smile come floating at the surface of a fluid thought…she can convert silence into the howl of the bitter clouds and live on the verge of dementia induced by each and every tear psychotically fallen from above, wisely skimping its mourning nostalgia…she can draw a glance with the stardust still hanging by the sky and wait until it drips upon her shadow and make it shine like never before…but she can no longer rain as she used to…