Song of Hermes

It is difficult to see the rain 
At night (and that's why we close 
Our eyes—

And use other more observant
Senses). They,

The only spirits that bounce
In the city,

Spin as they sprinkle 
Foxtrots over grey roads

(And—outstretched arms—
Your fingertips their 
Dancing hall).

Wind chimes—crystal cat-yarns
From heaven's top (those
Bars do not trap, but
Make music for euphonious twilight—

Every sonorous clearness
A loving lullaby—

So sleep. Taste the cleansed air
Unearthly scent—

The rain is blanket 
Night's descend.)

Dale Chou
2003-05-18