Together, our moments, first gently, awaken this Unexpected, fragile flicker. Warmth rises from deep within, Blush rushes to my surfaces, Exposing my quietest secret. Your voice is autumnal afterglow, Baritone whisper a sip of fine wine. My lips part, always wanting one drop more.
What molten rage appears behind frosted windows
Your panic rises, scorching, then cools icy and remains
Tempers your home cannot, scarcely, contain
Trembling crumbles your well planned calm
You’ve known the truth for far too long
A wink, a blink, a flash, you’re gone.
I love the early morning on dark rain pitter-patter days When the hours after will stretch out unspoken for When the choices of time are only mine The serenity of the cool pavement filled with water from sodden clouds Bursting at the seams to unburden themselves To share the sadness created, brought together from a thousand miles Clouds see a thousand sights, stretch slowly, stretch slow lee across the gray skies What do they see? Only tops of buildings, apex of trees trying to touch them Or do clouds fill themselves with the thoughts of those whose lives they cover and uncover Are clouds full of memories and is that why they rain?