Monday, February 28, 2011


How is it that you come to me?
Like a cloud-burst; suddenly
How can the mention of your name
Ignite an instant, powerful flame
Or, as light flickers on a breeze
You come, in moments soft as these

How is it that the thought of you
Intensifies the sky so blue?
Or when the night is dark and still
When misty moonlight ghosts the hill
A torrent, suffocating, kind
Sweeps the portals of my mind

In the after-light of day
How is it that you pass this way?
When the midnight smells like rain
And wild-flowers whisper in the wind
When the cloud bursts suddenly
How is it that you come to me?


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