Wednesday, May 25, 2011


I pause as it drifts through me
A sighing, low refrain
I let it warm and soothe me
The music of the rain
It fills the room around me
Like the breath of morning light
Without the weary clutter
Of things to mar its flight

A calm and sweeping rhythm
This soulful melody
Quiets with its stirring
The ache inside of me
As longing turns soft pages
With a wise and tender glove
Crossing its final stages
Until all that’s left is…love


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