In your palms, a lingering remnant of moonlight
traces your fingerprints,
And it illuminates shards of evening rain that have landed on your skin as droplets of hope.
Together a nebula is painted on your hands,
And you find tranquility in evening wakefulness.
drip on rocks
from the tops
The stars shine bright in the night sky
A cold wind blows gently through the air
Not a sound to be heard from the sleeping houses
A quiet walk of tranquility in the empty night
Is what is needed to keep me sane
how tranquil it would be
to sleep as deeply
as an anchor
at the bottom of the sea
Serenity is translucent
In the stillness I find myself
Icing over my skin
Tracing tranquility in small patterns
Over my stomach
Letting my strength be silent
As my mouth rests
Control doesn’t have to be loud to be heard
Standing here, I watch the world move
I feel myself come into me
Reflecting my soul within tiny flecks of light
I let my dreams bend and shimmer
While I wait motionless
Composure freezes upon my face
Stern eyes and soft smile
I will greet the world with open arms
In my silence, I find myself
we rest riverside
enwhispered in the twilit waters flow
seduced by the poplar grove
gently bending stalks
making way for the windswalk
forever let us lie this way
mud sand sun
minds eye unsay
ere new world takes our fantasies away
|A poem written by: KIAH P.|
In the tranquil of the palm trees
In the taming of the ocean tide
In the welcoming warmth outside
The springtime said goodbye
And I find myself being pulled to open air
Where the sun is high and dry.
Golden hour, set me free
Before you set with grace
Crystal shower, do not flee
I submit to your embrace
For a moment, I am gone
and forever I remain.
Time lost and time found
In the summer rain.
KIAH P. is one of my friend. I'm really happy and so much thankful that he joined me in the making of this new collection of poems. I hope you enjoy the piece. It has part two.
POEMS OF THE RAIN, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
The sensation of one's vitality
is the doorway to a deeper understanding
of exquisite inner joys
and the tranquility of being.
there is solace in the path untraveled
when it leads to the sea's tranquility
I hear the sound of the water's roar
see waves crashing out on the beach
feel the wind brush across my face
as I taste the ocean's salty kiss
then a perfect sunset paints a scene
of purples and reds and tangerine
watch the stars slowly dot the sky
sprinkling lights across a velvet night
listen as the night birds call to me
fly away with us, set your heart free
and when fireflies are flitting around
like starlets plucked from high above
I return to where this started from
refreshed enough to visit my dreams....
A walk down a lonely path to the ocean....
Bathe away your aches in the morning dew.
Breathe the fresh sunrise air and start anew.
Mark down the idly passed moments and stir.
Blink your eyes, reduce the pain to a blur.
Those moments foreign, damp within your mind.
The grace of the wicked night may remind.
But always, always the rose sprouts anew.
Always, always, your heart knows what to do.