A night poem

Indian mystics say noone knows where the universe came from or where it’s going

But I’m hopeful, as I walk on the side of the road watching, I can flag you down

From the moon. The night is watching the rain fall on the bitumen, the sound

Of you crying. You could wish me to cuddle you right now, be your rainbow

I could gather the darkness into my arms. I’m here for you G, you’ve only to ask

If it’s windy and wet, the rain will be lashing me, but it won’t stop me. Nothing can