lights for mariners in rain
under night cloud
the lights below
the bridge
hung on the span
near the pillars,
to mark in
that channel
safe steerage
to port and
starboard between
obstruction and
hidden shallows,
one red,
one green,
their shine gathered in
shimmer on wavelets,
gone with that same
insistence.
and the soft
rain, the rain
of evenings
when we lay
in its sound,
joined in its
sound, this evening
where i am put
away from you,
this
rain is
your
touch
on my
heart,
my heart
a tear in your
rain you would
wash into
that river
and turn
away
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