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When My Soul Rains On the Orchards
When My Soul Rains On the Orchards
The mind's immortal, but the man is dead. -- Y. Winters
When my soul rains on the orchards
And my death is young in the shades,
When you are in a new embrace
And another hand strokes your braids --
I'll weary into a long sleep,
Kisses of ash and bliss I'll find.
This is where I am happiest --
Where the grayness is more than kind.
And though, Kate, you were my miracle,
There's a tranquil shade of gray,
Where the healing rains tap gently
And gone is yesterday.
The mind's immortal, but the man is dead. -- Y. Winters
When my soul rains on the orchards
And my death is young in the shades,
When you are in a new embrace
And another hand strokes your braids --
I'll weary into a long sleep,
Kisses of ash and bliss I'll find.
This is where I am happiest --
Where the grayness is more than kind.
And though, Kate, you were my miracle,
There's a tranquil shade of gray,
Where the healing rains tap gently
And gone is yesterday.