Erika Olesen
Hidden Song Erika Olesen
Hidden Song Erika Olesen
Hidden Song
Walking home.
Rain drips from a previous fall,
Silent in the grass.
A noise;
A patter in the hidden sides
Where I cannot see.
What could be there?
A drainpipe sings to a rock below,
Crying fallen tears.
Like angels who fall
In a war unjustified,
Beautiful and damaged.
They catch the attention of those
Who have time to ponder
Why beautiful things die.
It’s just to prove
That beauty is not reserved
For life alone.