If I had to love
You twice
I'd first come
To know your doubts
And then your dreams.

By my hand would they disappear and then
Your hopes would
Grow in the sun as
They may.

The rain is pouring,
And even after all the pain
We have endured
We have not yet become invincible.

The most intimate
Thing I have ever felt was
The sharing of prayers.

The happiness and well being
Of each other  a common
Wish between us.

I've never felt
So close to you my
Dear one.

My love for you
Is felt through
My trembling

To name
                                                                    
                                                                               something, takes away
                                                          

its power or makes it
                                                                                              
  


    more
                                                                                                    

                                              



                                            pronounced.

There was no fear
of death in life,

but the subconscious
understands fear,

and I was afraid
to slip away in  my sleep.

It was the thunder
that told us
her bedtime story
that night

tales of new life
of rains, spring
and morning flowers
far, far away

a storm story
to sing us to sleep.