I can’t see through the tears,
the mystery of a soft spring rain,
everything I might rather feel is hidden,
gives me some solace,
I’m not looking out at the same adventure,
this is a new life
is a partial filling to a once complete life,
yet there were chapters
I could not possibly share
though we together always wanted to try.
At least I have the rains
an occasion to disappear without ever really
trying,
the yes of my world
left filling the spare spaces
with some internal remedy,
while the gentle wrapping of my windows
a patter of drops of a silhouette
become a steady shroud of
sweet spring,
the blossom of a new season
will respond to that illuminating
morning sunlight,
the one that will give me hope
all over again,
another day of reflection,
courage, acceptance, idealism.
There is a silent semblance
of purpose in the rains,
hide the tears, the damp eyes
will perhaps be left alone,
in memory, a melody
inside the shelter of my mind.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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