The Rain Submits Its Sibilence

The rain submits its sibilence at the doorstep of the dark,
suggesting quietly that calm can still be given:
the inner stone eroded, its minerals dissolved
in a pool of resolution. 
But something here is adamant, 
and will or cannot ask forgiveness 
or grant forgetfulness, 
or yield to simple water.
And yes, the golden flash seems sometimes near
when a greater plan approaches understanding;
but overarching all, regret,
unceasing yearning,
and tedious repetition of a pointless inquisition
maintain sway: This sourceless sadness
stakes its stubborn claim and will not easily
be reasoned into happiness,
or washed away.

July 1 2011