Our ancient memories tonight rewind
the first of winter months and like before
return her solitude, invite me kind,
wist false assumptions won't exist to soar.
And while this paragon of mind's lonesome
beforetime we exist where winds recite,
and on the surface where the raindrops thrum
persists my stare, her eyes of stars invite.
And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, in silence to abord
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump
our night defines again the winds' accord.
Her grandness in the rain's dance waving forms
a solemn cause became of sapphire storms.