Nov 15, 2014

The Rain Speaks



Every day the rain speaks to me.
During tender moments I watch full moon eyes.
I see hands that gently massage me like a love song.
Sometimes I’m ashamed, afraid of the happiness.
I’ve been in the rain. It has brought misery to me.
It has brought comfort as well.
For once, my soul peacefully slumbers and my missing
half has been woven whole.  As my purest form of hope
lingers in the rain, I have faith on a gloomy day.
It leaps around the obvious I use to ignore.

jhp© 2013-2014 

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