Song of Rainy Days

I hold candlelight in my hand

as raindrops fall

like tears from Heaven

even they can’t quench this flame

(falling, falling)

there is a darkness all around

it falls from the sky

and from my naked soul

yet my ardor never wavers

(darkness, darkness)

this is my singular dream

the one that never fades

my song of rainy days

and icy breezes blowing

(passion, passion)

I hold candlelight against the night

and against the falling rain

and against the storm within

and my fire never wavers.

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Tasting Memories

Shadows of what we were- when we were-

Even now cloud what I am what I do

As I step away from you-and-I-as-one;

The equation that has been my reality

Since we were formed from dust together.

And even though ashes are all that’s left

Of the fire that once burned between us,

I still think about us,

I still think about you;

About you in my arms

About the rain in your hair

About the tears in my eyes

About what we used to be together,

Tasting memories that are sweeter than the truth.

To A Friend, As the Storm Passes

The laughter and joy of sunshine and summertime,

The freedom of youth

Ant the glory of being the harbinger of joy coming

Are all yours.

The twinkling of the sun is found in your smile

And heaven in your voice.

The stars at night are pale next to your eyes

And your laughter.

It would be better for the world and all in it

If your tears ne’er ran

For when sadness overcomes you, no one and nothing

May remain untouched.

In the times to come, when you are further along life’s road,

Will come the soft rains.

That those crystal drops of innocence would bring

Me to your mind

Is all that I ask.

Raindrops

I hear these raindrops

Fall, falling

Against windowpanes that no longer

Hold your reflection

Or feel the warmth

Of your breath.

We have much in common

These windows and I;

A shade pulled over us both

Now that you are gone.

But I remember those deeper raindrops,

Running, dripping, dancing

Along a body that was Thunder,

As we felt the warmth,

The wind, the power

Of our Storm.                                      

We made Love like Life,                                                                      

Myriad in expression,

Beautiful like you and I;

Nourishing the gardens of our hearts

When you were here.

I still see those tender raindrops

Rolling, streaming, being

First diamond wine birthed in passion

By your eyes as you blissed,

Later the hot/salt children                     

Of anger, forming the river

That eroded us,                                                     

Drowning our desire,

Washing away all of our promises

And carrying you on.