Raindrops falling from the sky
Have become my lullaby.
For what else is there on Earth
That can make me feel submersed
In a storm of peace and joy?
I am calm and, now, devoid
Of the anger which once poured
On my mind—I was subdued
To a dark world which I bore
After years of no control
Over what I am and how
My own self I disavowed.
Raindrops falling from my eyes
And the words from my own mouth
Pour out from the world within
What it was and what it seems.
I touch figures—gloomy, grey,
There’s no night and there’s no day,
None are black and none are white:
They are grey and they unite
Dreams, reality—and pause;
Static, noise—and raindrops fall.
And the rain becomes white noise.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 