Petrichor


It is not such a distant time when I did not know
Ignorance was my bliss
The rain was that which bleached my soul with sorrow
Fear was only dealt with in tomorrow.
The silence was the greatest virtue told
Yet quiet posed merely as a contest
But in, with a bang of hubris, strode:
The graceless years and episodes of inelegance.

Joy was in simple things then – oh how it burns in my memory
For now in agony I writhe feeble with discrepancy.
But in the dark there is light – if solely to tempt and torture,
My palms seep blood from inconstant scourging
Few remain, meditating upon the horror
The only one who dares a glance is the merciless enforcer.
My trepidation lacks assurance
I beg a little pity, kowtow down low on my knees
My torment is dragged through a dance
Quaking in syncopation with a vacillating heartbeat.

My luggage has been loaded – ready to set off at any moment
But no thing can present enough motivation to abandon my opponent
Ecstasy slumbers within suffering – for that is where I found you
In the midst of a self-initiated battle
A grievous struggle I was beginning to lose
Save for an archetypical knight in shining armor – one whom could be tried and found true.
How can it be, that so much sunshine is built up in one night?
I cannot divine whether it is you or inside of me
But when you arrived, more than a weekly game became the quiet
Partially still, I refuse to accept you because, here: a Miracle cannot be.

I fear I’ve slipped to the nethermost of a chasm
The reasons, there are plenty of – yet the cause I refuse to fathom
You pressed a gentle hand against the bloodstained angsting blisters
A desert gorging on a feast of rain – no longer sowing sorrow
You aided in my emancipation and became all that I wished for
The rain has ceased to fall but has opened a door to sweet petrichor
What saccharine grace is this – which lifts my hope again?
Which heaven has sent this restoration and delight?
The bitterness of knowledge still rings in my ears and my head
But I have found something within or outside, which provides a brighter light.

There has not been much time or much distance since
I believed that I would never find valid bliss

And still the moisture soaks in, to my aching limbs and soul
A revitalizing touch delivering a deep quiet scar
I once wished it was all easier but now I simply feel wise and old
This feeling can neither be pawned, bought, or sold
I’d vow to keep it close though promises – I seldom keep
But this classic symbol absorbs in, fresh rain on dry ground
I no longer care to see the rainbow – that happiness is cheap
Much rather would I hear the music in the Rain and in its sound

I value more the things I can’t keep, though I hope desperately you are here to stay
Whether you depart or keep a steady course, the scent you left behind will be with me Always.