A Cleansing Shower.
By Dreamer
I look in your eyes. Thunder crashes
around us and rain
pours down, drenching you
to the skin, making
your jersey cling to you.
You look like a cat
that was thrown into a lake
and I look like a drowned rat.
We were just
yelling at each other, when it started
to rain. When it started to rain,
we stopped.
The rain is a cleansing shower,
it washed the earth clean,
it washed away our pretenses,
it washed away our masks and now we stand
open and unconcealed, no more
deceit or deception. No more lies.
We stand with our souls
exposed; I look at you and see
so much more than
the Boy Who Lived. You look
at me and see
that I am
not just my fathers child.
And now that we know
the truth, I know that you longed
for me as much as I needed you.
I look at you and ask
a simple question.
You smile at me and answer
in a voice as soft as silk;
A bird does not sing
because he has an answer.
He sings
because he has a song.
Authors Note: This is not the sort of stuff I normally write but I was in a philosophical mood. This isn't just your usual slash poem, it's supposed to be deep and profound and something that you really think about. It might not be easy to understand and there are many different interpretations of both the question and the answer.
