What Hides In The Light

Rain falls in gentle rhythms behind my heart.
What should be sought is hardly out in the open;
Twisted, curved and crinkled,
it hides in the waters of my soul.

The heart it pounds, I leave behind
the doubt and the restraint 
what lies there hidden shall be named 
in colour, form and sound.

Towards the light! Soul-windows break 
What they birth is bright and strange 
Flowers in flames, winds of change 
The things no poet hates.

Faster now, the rain falls 
and seeps inside my heart.
It turns all red, then blue
then fills the pages, with the new 
to hell with you, damned past!

Lone, 20, Germany.