like the filtered light rays
i was waiting for the rain
to wash the path
on which we were to walk
but then you slipped
broke your ankle
now we have to wait till plaster is off
and then we will walk again
slowly
hand in hand
singing songs of those
rays
which even without filters
washed our faces
but now they reflect
on the brim of the eyelids
covering moistened eyes
dont cry
i will not be able to contain all the tears
that will dry
eventually
and leaving their marks on your cheeks
washed with unfiltered rays
but reflecting still