Rainy Days

A compelling desire

to embrace the mystique of a rainy day.

 

watching the rains

watching the rains

 

We have memoirs in our mind,

the searing spiral of time

when if we stop for a moment

feel nature’s mist on our skin

brings us to a soft

sweet shower

when we might know again

there is truth

inside the beauty of love.

 

watching the rains

watching the rains

 

Watching droplets glance pavement

imagining somber days while

the windows transform to a quiet refuge

wishing her arms would be in my own

the two of us in discreet embrace

 

watching the rains

watching the rains

 

there is a certain beauty in the cause of love

when lost in ourselves

allowing time to no longer matter

except this moment,

when eyes do search, feelings surge

toward some urgency

our natural desires do drive our passions

 

watching the rains

watching the rains

 

watching the rains in a surreal romance


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

– for Zelda

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