"rain"

Purple shadows call from above,
thou fall unto thee, face down flight,
sprinkle in thine eyes of beauty,
shimmers velvets sun darkness.

Thy silent senses embrace,
thou dripping cool shivers of lace,
in thy rivers of sound calling,
absorbed of thou soul searching.

For what thou art a rainbow,
in darkness of thy night streaming,
stark upon thy face thou entrance,
to seek thy shadow in thee.

From thy darkness thou rain on,
thine ears cry of truffle tears quite,
so accordingly brilliant thou,
thy faint hasten reflection