Sweet Rain Poem by Dean Meredith

There was a time
When every poem
Was a love song
And every word
Tasted of you

Where hands held
Warm thoughts
And fingers touched
And twirled
Like ballerinas

There was a time
When you were
My reason
And you were
My rhyme

When your spring
Was my season
And my winter
Went all but blind

Such a time
Full of flowers
Full of sunshine
And never enough
Precious hours

To be with you
Like long hot showers
On icy mornings
And steamy breaths
That say I do

Those days are gone
Too soon too few
No tunes no colours
No me no you

And though my days
Grow shorter too
A desert greens
From your sweet rain

My memories
Of you