Can passion be wrung
from ink on paper
To save worlds
and hearts alike?
Or will ideas be
birthed on paper
merely to be discarded?
Draw out the life
your mind creates
When its cogs churn
out a thought
Take pride in this,
what you create
And never dare
to stop
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Rain, Rain...
There is a puzzling beauty
Standing in gently falling rain
Each drop a cold, soft kiss
On shoulders, cheeks and lips
The tranquil rhythm as each drop
Hits the thirsty earth
Bids you come and think
And wonder at the beauty of life
Rain washes away yesterday's dust
Masks tears of mourners
Refusing to stand beneath black umbrellas
Each drop a momentary dance partner
Flowers and leaves adorned in new jewels
Simple, refreshing, cool and beautiful
These spring rains we wish away
Standing in gently falling rain
Each drop a cold, soft kiss
On shoulders, cheeks and lips
The tranquil rhythm as each drop
Hits the thirsty earth
Bids you come and think
And wonder at the beauty of life
Rain washes away yesterday's dust
Masks tears of mourners
Refusing to stand beneath black umbrellas
Each drop a momentary dance partner
Flowers and leaves adorned in new jewels
Simple, refreshing, cool and beautiful
These spring rains we wish away
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