Of Light and Rain

Of Light and Rain

Thought:

The Hybrid Nature of Love

reveals it self in the ledges leading

to soreness and joy

Act:

The chance we catch the right drop

once we start running

is neither bigger

nor smaller -

the rain keeps falling

blindly – so it was

said and understood and raising

both our hands

we sat on the ground

legs slightly crossed

just admiring, waiting

and getting all

divinely

wet

Hallucination:

Approaching the skyline

from that east end slope, tiny ash

particles, dancing

squeezing their amazingly

thin

gravitational center

in erratic circles

until almost touching

the ground – by then, literally

vaporizing and slowly

fading up into

the blue

anew

Comprehension:

The light

reminded me of one of Rembrandt's famous

paintings – such a timeless device to play with

eternity should endure

forever -

and yet I could now

feel my bones

soaking

and my flesh began

aching; thus

we got up and back we went

through that narrow, scary ledge

only

this time, we

felt

joy

© 2016, José Eduardo Coelho

on the stairways

Sitting on my own,
on the stairways,
old man passing by.

I used to
drink on my own,
after hours,
just before the sunrise,
kissing the full moon,
trash men washing
piss, puke, sorrow.

Sound of engines,
digesting,
as the night went by.

I used to
sit on my own,
after hours,
old lisbon quarters,
gazing the full moon,
kissing the river,
just before the sun rise.