I’m not just a name, or an obscure figure; I am like the darkness of the sky, With skelfs of fires, Making them bright, at least they try. I’m the words that string up, The stories in my favourite books; Quotes that stir up, My soul, to every nook. I’m the lyrics of […]
Glowing rain. Striking window’s pane to reach open souls. Stirring puddles, filled holes. Showering my being in steady down pours. Water’s dive forming shapes to encompass. Let it overflow. Reaching feet that need to quench thirst. Drops sink or float on skin. Touch me and be mine. Sweet sounds of calming waters. Poetry.