The Rain Doth Comfort Me
By Maria O
Tho I remember the sweetest touch of them all
I pray the voice of the rain doth not stop today
For this morning is of silent voices flying through
My mind’s atmosphere like the breath of a child
‘tis the gasp of my mother & child…of those
Who have fallen, yet my stride takes heed
With the ear of a fawn listening for a twig’s
Aide memoire of fear & a secluded thicket
If only this sun would not come through the veil
Of soft grays to burn & wither the innocent souls
In my valley today…for now I am quiet & pensive
Within these strange walls that bleed oblivion
 naibesmelaire2303 · Thu Feb 07, 2008 @ 02:41pm · 0 Comments |
