After the Rain - Bruce Cockburn

    After rain in the streets light flows like blood --
    I can just taste salt on the humid wind.

    Here comes that gasoline
    spreading hungry rainbow over shiny black tar.

    I'm blown like smoke and blind as wind
    except for when your love breaks in.

         Maybe to those who love is given sight
         to pierce the wall of seeming night
         and know it pure beyond all imagining.

    Engine throb street cruise light bullet car flash
    hollow beauty night gleam oily river tension glass...

    Ultraflame! glittering dust falling in slow
    motion -- clouds tumbling one over another into apparent emptiness.

    It's like a big fist breaking down my door --
    I never felt such a love before!

         Maybe to those who love it's given to hear
         music too high for the human ear
         and clear as hydrogen to go singing.

    (Toronto -- 13/6/79)


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