Your pale, lovely skin
has always reflected
that wonderful, soft sun
and as long as I can remember
you've wanted to be rain.
Wouldn't it be lovely, you say
to be absorbed into the great blue
to collect, condense into wondeful shapes.
I watch your lovely, pale skin
reflecting the sun, absorbed by blue.
I catch myself wondering
Why I couldn't be rain with you.
My tan skin absorbs the sun,
but wouldn't yours as well after you fell
or would your skin collect in pools?
Everyday I would visit,
to your lovely, pale pool.
My warm, tan tears adding depth.
Why couldn't you be happy
remaining as you were?
That glorious day when you fell,
was the second time I realized,
you would forever be pale,
I would forever be tan,
and your pool, my tears would be the closest we would get.