The rain falls upward in waves of light on a moonlit sea,
Its droplets Spinning in reverse, in a dance of gravity,
A strange moment where the past and the future won't pass.
Where clocks are blind and time's erased.
The clouds like paper birds, glide and unfold themselves slowly in the liquid sky where dreams lie
The moon and rain passed me by In this surreal, forgotten moment and whispered:
Yes we are the Two halves of one forgotten night