When it rains here it lasts a long time;
all through the night, the morning
and sometimes the afternoon too.
I lay awake listening to the rain,
the sound of it falling on the roof
and against my window pane
as it fills the gaps of silence
between the distance of you and I
and this broken blue.
You know that I could make this easier,
climb upon my saddle
and ride off on a horse of sea and fire.
But I ask myself, could I ever forget this love,
or you and your open heart.
I ask myself, if butterfly lovers ever truly part.
So here I stay, listening to the rain
and waiting for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem