Who, indeed
will answer my question?
Or swing a wild hammer
at my agonies.
Unless your name
soars to the stars.
You gasp love and lust,
just like me.
I’ll ask again –
what does the rain
say through the night?
And again, silence is the response
Who, indeed
will answer my question?
Or swing a wild hammer
at my agonies.
Unless your name
soars to the stars.
You gasp love and lust,
just like me.
I’ll ask again –
what does the rain
say through the night?
A Wandering Poet 