The skies changed on my way to meet you

Invisible to laughing eyes, behind the sun,

An innocuous cloud showed you your tears

The crack of its serendipitous thunder

I never heard ~ it was quiet day less the sonourous

memory of your voice, from when we last spoke 

The way the storm flashed and throttled that fading hour 

into momentary day ~ my eyes missed that moment.

They were far away, dreaming your arrival on the night

That cloud, a wineskin of your tears and our fates

Who pierced it open on my way to meet you,

and coloured the day with this violet rain?