i am the rain that dances by your window
i smell your smells and see soft lighting
through the windowpane
sparkling on to me outside
i see your movements;
how you push your chair back
and get up to get something
i long for a home like that
but i am the rain!
and pelt away
i am born from clouds
and with the sun
i'll send you rainbows
imagined touch
the colors they are real
Old Wood
ReplyDeleteI am the old wood
receiving you as the rain
in all its aspects,
as mist, as the splash
or the roar of a tempest,
with the black of night
or the sun peeking
and the arc doubled sometimes,
receiving your moods
and the feel of you
whether you are cold or warm
and you strip me down.