Dead is dead

Let me die –on
a-Rainy night
Where the color sways –and-
Redemption –comes-
In time.

Waiting for the promise –of
the- morning dew –in-
Translation –you’re-
Beautiful -on
this- Horizon.

Braille –I’m-
Unable to forget –these-
Eaves of Serenity. –with
this- Taste of freedom
-I’m- heading home –where-
she waits for me…