Without raindrops on our tongues
The soul can’t speak
Justice between a dream and a nightmare
Balanced by the rainbows after our tears
A definite departure, the ego is breaking
The memory of fantasy and the yearning of illusion
To honor what’s been said
There’s no washing it away without raindrops
Falling on the dead
The soul to nestle away
In the clouds of here and now
Far, far away they reach their peak
The raindrops fall on our tongues
So the soul can speak

© Joseph Olsen