Rain pouring upon my mind, whispering coded words, giving an
increase in passion, adding to the essence of intellect.
Giving everything in rhythms to me as I walk into the horizon
of water falling into my mind.
Allowing all tempos to fulfill imagination with every beat of
an interior drum beating against intellect, wanting to enter
into domains not ordinarily open to anything.
Making it to the top now, listening to every note and it's
perfect rhythm touching an interior solace with an effervescent
tender feeling, having the energy to flow constantly into my
Containing the beauty of everything that I create in spheres
held gently, always inside my poems as I write everlastingly
into this book, placing it in depths of my soul.