Assimilation

Seemingly determined to
assimilate eternity,
falling raindrops
drip smoothly
collect slowly,
and trickle into my thoughts
(the path of least resistance)
deeply
each drop with its own faultless insistence,
and lonely they linger
sinking weightlessly into my visions
a stone cold figure,
materialized from ardent apparitions

a soft sensitivity,
wraps around and
beckons me.
"so welcoming;"
::i sigh::
"the intensity."
i spoke as i
melted with memories
& found myself refined
"i felt it once now, please
can i feel you,.. just one more time?"

with a warm night behind me,
and an angel in my mind,
a curious day stands before me

and i pray that i live it,
just one more time.

some day i will catch it
the everlasting, always eluding
relic in the sky
its perfection at its best in
the stars
and moon alike,
but for now
just an angelic reflection inside,
no need to fight
no motives to run,
no desire to hide

were complete as one
completely satisfied.