ahhh,

-the rain.

often,

just in
time
to wash
away the
pain.

to
hide
my tears...

or try
to,

in vain.

the rain,

it feels
mystically
powerful
to me.

cleansing,

refreshing,

a downpouring
of a
new free.

after
a
delightful
summer's rain...

the more
clear,

my eyes
and
my soul
can see.

leafless trees
are like
unpoetic
souls,

dead.

Sometimes miracles take time

In the meanwhile,

just enjoy the sky.

Eventually,

time flies.

What we lack and sorely need,
for want of which we bleed and bleed.
Is men of more Godly breed,
honest men in highest places... ..
men with single aims and faces.
Men whose nobler thought outpaces
thought of self,
or power,
or pelf.
Men whose axes need no grinding,
men who are not always minding
first their own concerns and blinding,
their souls' eyes to larger things... ..
Men of wide and Godly vision,
men of quick and wise decision,
men who shrink not at derision... ..

Men whose souls have wings.

Life is
just so hard
at times... ..
so hard.

We are most often the broken that try and fix the less broken.

   We don't leave much unknown, unspoken.

Cause' there's...

       Not enough time in the day for sulking.

When we see your pain,
     we try to ease it with our sometimes clumsy joking.

.... We are the broken that mingle with the unbroken.

      We are inside, the forever tormented broken.

On the menu,
open eyes , a smile,
the morning rod has risen,
the sun it rises too.

Sweat filled sheets,
the prior evenings music,
the scent of which I crave,
created by our body heat.

Dinner was gourmet as breakfast now awaits,
dessert had a sweetness never tasted,
my breakfast palette lies yearning,
it yearns my bodies fate.