Running stars and faint-sounding clarinets

I’m sinking down nightstairs into midnight breath

Rain pours falls crying in black silver jets

Night-walking blurs cords between life and death.

Blue are the frog throbbing love-insect trees

Red streetlight-flowers wring and knead the rain

Summer sighs serenades beneath my knees

The lake water’s lovely shock, cool and pain.

Coal-black are my thoughts that blend shades of green

Thoughts turn water-angels reflected brown

The wide world is wet in its rainy sheen

Upon water, lopsided tree branches frown

Close eyes, wait for something in me to wake

I’m stirring the rain in the midnight lake.