I Believe for Every drop
of rain… there is a
note of wonder
A falling waters, a cataract
of stones where the
baby was born like

a song misplaced, a heart
In darkness lay in the
shadow of your lies.

My alphabet is several
runes short of the words
spelling forever,  the
never spoken, the

blue assumptions of
yesterday.

Tomorrow will be like
the sadness, it will spread
to the echoes of memory

when I believed

Caroline Shank
4.23.2024