Calling the Rain

- What is it like to love me?
He looked down in the puddle in front. The raindrops touched the surface to become one with it and form waves that reached the edges of the whole in the asphalt. It was somehow hypnotic. His image was blurry, dirty, dark. And hers was still crystal clear, pure, sparkling. He looked in the eyes of the reflection and she smiled.
He felt his hears racing in a frantic beat, reacting to her smile. He felt sharp pain stabbing him, too.
He was living and dying when he is with her.
He felt her lips on his. He felt the sweet intoxication of the kiss... and the poisonous effect.
He felt supreme pleasure and greatest pain when he is with her.
- To love you is like... calling the rain.
She lid her hand in his.
How many times did she caress him in the night, how many times had she taken his life bit by bit? How many times she fooled him she gave him life when she took it from him? How many times did he stop loving her and how many times did he come back? Because to love her was like calling the rain - a desperate call that could last for years and in the end, when the rain came, it was all summed up in a sigh.
How many times did he walk away from her? How many times she was with him, like a shadow? How many times did he see her everywhere? How many times did he swear never to call her again? And every time it was the same - because in her arms he was born, from her kisses he grew, from her body he became a man.
- To love you is like... bearing in pain. To love you is like embracing life while decaying. To love you is tender like a mother's caress. To love you is seeing you kill me. To love you is to feel how you drink my life. To love you is to see you where you are not. To love you is not to forget what I arose from.
He stepped in the puddle. The images intertwined in one - half black, half white.
And he raised his head and walked on, forgetting to love her. Because the rain was here. Because he no longer had to call it. Because she would always be where he was. Because she would always feed on his life.
- To love you is like... calling the rain.

"Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like bearing in pain
Embracing life, decaying in death
Heed, it's like calling the rain
It's like the caress of a mother
Life to go withered, perennial pneuma
I will not forget what I arose from…"

Eluveitie
2008 Slania
11. Calling the Rain

28.02.2009
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Just In Case You Fall

You look at me and there it is
In the corner of your lips –
The smile I’ve always loved and missed.

The lips I once kissed,
The one that never said goodbye
As you let me wither away and die.

Just in case you fall,
I will be there through it all.
Just make sure you say goodbye
Before you let me die.

11.02.2009
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