Tonight

Sun is red and green and yellow
and all windows are right there across the street.
Rain has stopped for a moment,
in its way down,
and things don't get to be wet.

Streets, washed, reflects stars.
There's a blue glow at the other sidewalk.
Raindrops are even blue from time to time,
as sadness
and all cold that makes outdated leaves on the trees shiver.
Every window is closed, as the eyes behind them.

A grey angel comes in.
He shakes the water on his clothes.
I blush.

I have time to count windows.

The angel turns the colorful sun off and points upwards.
Everything is spilled on the asphalt.
There's not even a single star in the sky.
He smiles.
Has his pockets full.
He's been picking up constellations for me.
Today we'll paint maps of lost skies.
Tonight.