Teal

A single rain lands upon a young leaf Shattering empty sound Living the green in mother Rays and colored earth geometry scatter in linear absolution And submerging the water of dreams Deep in the veins of lining aqua The sky is a perfect teal, like the story of a thousand years of rain Embracing like march dream I am carried And leaves are erhëtrhenän Against the limal water of the sky And distance is the clearest fog Through which I see the tears and glory of a thousand years And the etched roots of her burning eye