I hope that it rains
My garden is dry
The air is dry
The world is dry
My soul is dry
I hope that it rains....

Part II

Standing under
Knitted strands of perfection
The umbrella tapestry blankets
A breeze winds through to touch my skin
I let go myself
And she returns....I
Tears flow across the valleys of my face
Running down the valleys of my soul
Knowing that I am
Allowed to be the this supplicant

Sunlight reaches  
Empty rocking chair rocks
A cat stretches

Outside train window
World rushes by
The endless movie of life

Afternoon light dims
Pregnant clouds cover
Raindrops chatter in my dreams

Part I

This the divinity of wordless gods
Grasping the sun
Reaching into the earth
Braiding the two
in symphony
Each leaf, each fiber, each vine
Provide the score
The rays of sunlight the bow
That in the pause
Sing the beautiful music of silence....