It’s raining blue, my beloved!
Our windows laugh to the sky
whilst the moon mysteriously binds
its sapphires of longing and temptation.
It’s raining wonder in ether.
The roses smile in the vase,
red floods our thoughts
and gives meaning
to this blue night’s tenderness,
under this glorious sky.
It’s raining wishes, it’s raining green,
when time wants to write down
the magic formulas from myths
that pour acid and burn
all the sadness of sunsets.
It’s raining colour, my beloved,
it’s raining songs, it’s raining verse,
under this immense sky.
© Simona Prilogan
Happy to have this poem included in the amazing book anthology from World Jam in Nottingham.