Rain poured upon my window,
the night Marie died,
but the moon shone bright upon all other windows.
As the night grew late.
I was awakened, by the heavenly sound of an angel
     singing a most beautiful tune,
         of Marie......
While she sang, the rain began to subside.
I knew I had to view this heavenly creature outside,
for her song and perfect playing filled my heart with so
      much comforting grace.
I glanced outside as the remaining raindrops slithered
      down my window like tiny snakes.
I saw the heavenly angel dressed in brilliant white,
with long golden hair illuminating the darkness of the
      night,
with a small harp of silver and blue gently cradled within
      her tender hands,
and for a brief moment, I saw Marie standing there,
        audience to this most perfect being.
She looked to me in a moment's light,
smiling the brightest smile,
the one I've always known her to possess.
She waved good-bye and whispered to me a sweet
      good-night,
as her spirit took flight like a meteor into the black night
      sky.
I watched the streaking orange light disappear,
as a tear like a brilliant diamond rolling slowly  down my
      soft cheek
sparkled as it dropped to the dusty wood floor on which I
stood,
splashing in a sound no louder than a whisper.
I breathed an empty painful sigh,
staring into the dark eternal sky
and with pure hope she would hear
I spoke softly this sad reply.....
"Good night! My sweet Marie.....
      My! Dear Mother......
            Good night......."

Let us go then, you and I

As the train bears west

To no eternal end.


Watch the world go by,

More or less.


If I am out of my mind,

I have no preconceptions.


But it is time,

One the edge of reason,

You and I.

every girl is bound to die
underneath the infectious melody
you tried to sell as forever

Innocence is beauty, Innocence is rare;
Innocence is a wonderful thing to share.
Innocence is graceful, Innocence is elegant;
Innocence is the enchanting music the angels chant.

Innocence is what makes an adult from a child,
Innocence is where we came from before going wild.
Innocence is carefree and is not confined;
Innocence is sin-free, heart, body and mind.

Innocence is not ignorance nor naive,
Innocence is true and shouldn't be deceived.
Innocence is honesty, pure and white.
Innocence is unstained, the light of the night.

Innocence is worthless once it is gone,
Innocence is a gift given by One to one.
Innocence is cared for and cherished,
Innocence once given will fade away and perish.


Innocence is a treasure indescribable by literature,
Innocence is a word out of art and science, past or future.
Innocence is love, or so we thought before;
When innocence was with someone we don't even know anymore...

Honey, it’s raining,
From the skies,
Big shiny drops,
Heavy
Make a loud plop
As they drop
I gaze out the window
My special one,
That I use
For time travel
This time,
I go back
25 years

Honey, it’s raining,
From your eyes,
Big salty drops,
Heavy
Make a loud plop
As they drop
Right on my heart
I hold you close
They disperse
Equally
On both of us
Mingling with the rain
Leaving a stain
So Indelible
Several washes
Couldn’t remove

Time erodes
Mighty rocks,
Changes courses
Of Mighty rivers,
We were destined
To hear
Each other
Speak again
Across
A chasm
Half way across
Our new world
To find
The stain erupt
A dormant volcano
Time could not silence
It’s raging in my ears,

Honey it’s raining,
From both our eyes,
Big sweet drops,
As we meet
At this time warp
Just lean across
Touch me
With Your hands
Your lips
Your eyes
Wipe my stain
Even as I wipe yours
With our memories
Same old Stories
Growing kids,
Spouses
Is it better
To have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all?

Honey, it’s raining,
From the heavens,
Great big morsels,
Manna
That Soaks
Two hungry souls,
Eyes skyward
Open wide
With gratitude,
Silent in awe
Thanks lord,
Harsh thorny gates
Melt into vapor
We hold hands
Our spirits mingle
Bodies merge
Undistinguishable
Two rivulets
Turn to single
Silver Shard of ice,
Head bent
In thankful prayer