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Deb Nixon
Poems
Nov 2011
Music of the Rain
Cold dawn breaks gray
I can only stay still so long.
From under a mountain of blankets,
The only warmth I feel.
You're gone.
I stretch out my hand
To touch an empty space beside me.
Only my heart has a larger void.
Rain falling off the eaves,
Like tears from Heaven.
Knowing you're not here beside me,
Sharing in my misery.
Your pillow still carries your scent.
Reminding me of nights gone by,
Love that this bed knew...
Before.
The soft sheets that embrace me.
Enveloping me like you did,
Only a substitute, a tease.
Not to compare with you.
As thunder begins to crash,
Just like my emotions taking flight.
Giving credence to what was.
Sparking energy into a hollow shell.
That fluffy cotton robe you bought me
Embraces me from neck to toe.
Silk, you want to encase me in
But for winter, you wanted me warm.
Time. Time to start another day.
Reluctant to leave this sanctuary.
A place that feels safe and known.
Scents, mine and your's, mingled into one.
Silently, I pad down the hall.
The rain a steady downpour.
House in shadowed gray,
I search for light.
In the distance of another room,
Beaconing glow appears.
Slowly I advance to unknown scenes
My sighs, leading the way.
There, surrounded by glowing candlelight,
Is you.
With hesitance I lean on the doorframe
Waiting for you to speak.
No words are necessary.
It's still storming, we have candlelight.
Ah, to begin a day, as you take me in your arms,
Dancing to the music of the rain.
Written by
Deb Nixon
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