The dancer

The dancer is singing in the transparent space of the day.
The dancer created the music by the sky’s cold tears.
It is a perfect music because the dancer is the rain.

It is a light rain of summer hopes.
It is a cold rain of dead wishes.
It is a sad rain of true words.

The talented dancer is singing in the transparent space of
hopes, wishes and words by many different drops.

Fortunately I have forgotten my umbrella at home.

And I am staying among

Summer hopes…
Dead wishes…
True words…

How beautiful the dance is in spite of the drops of my tears
which are mixed with the cold tears of the high sky.