Warm Rains Of Niagara

This riddle pronounces something solemn,/an onlooker’s oath, for those who spend their money. /Yes, green money; /spend it all, in an organized spree./The humble aims of all these people,/ trapped by the frames of a camera. /They bloom in the cool blue stairway, making light work of poison of lovers./In this strange and crazy April,/we slip away in disappearing rainfalls,/till the sun’s wan light sputters/to give itself completely. We watch surefire skies, together,/we’ are now near rushing water, the roar cleanses us no longer./We weep disconsolate,agree to listen ,/ the crowd snuffs tiny candles