it’s like,
I ride songs into sweet
remembers
of my daddy
of my friends
of my sister, and my twin

I float in a star-strewn nebula,
a compostella, each star
a different scene and cast,
each a member of my asterism of
memories
each and all beloved
clear as the ringing of a bell
flooding my eyes with tears
of sorrow and joy and laughter

I ride music like
a flying carpet lifts on the magical,
gently carrying my heart
into the beauty and sorrow and laughter
of Love lost and
Love found


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

my heart is a codex full
page after page
of hieroglyphs of Love
a lucifer bearing my light in
pictures
words
symbols of a soul
and eyes
opened to Love
by Love


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

a flock needs its truth made plain
to follow
through the mists and snows
of Life
over trails unknown and
dangers unseen

and needs the staff and rod
of honesty
to guide it through
rocky rivers and gorges cut deep
from stone

Love is a bellwether
that leads us to its fold


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

This is the end time of a life
unfulfilled
a hurricane of possibilities
unexplored
storming through a life
untended
intended for Love    yet
somehow skipped
unrequited
except by Godlove
Kyrie eleison

Lord, Have Mercy


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.