When then the rains will awaken my mourning
though it be that day,
no sunlight yet the haze of some rise
within the dampening skies would relent.
When then the rains could remind of her sweet smile,
in the cover of our shelters did we cry
much like the fallen mist of wonder
our confusion would always rest nearby.
When then the rains will now always a memory
of fragrant lips do touch one another
in the soul where our heart might sing
soft, a melody that shares the passion of the night.
When then the rains do let me imagine you
wherever you might land a solace in peace.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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