The rain plays a muted song tonight
Gray fingertips pummeling out the light
As wind-tattered fragments of my day
Waver momentarily and then slip away
The silence is warm and easy with you
Thunder rolls in the distance, the lightning white-blue
Illuminates stark images, rigid and black
My finger-tips brush across your back
The night settles around us in a long, out-drawn sigh
Reaching the perimeters of the sky
Fingertips whisper, plead, implore
Waves gather somewhere on a forgotten shore
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!