Where Raindrops Fall Forever Poem by James Walter Orr

The world should shake and tremble, in a quake,
and from primeval waters should emerge,
commingled and united by some surge
of fate, this woman, matched by fate's decree
of chance to be just what you are to me,
presented in a way I may partake.

Your bearing in my life: oh what a debt
is raised by the sweet passion in your voice.
This feeling that will not allow a choice;
engendered by emotions I amass,
and feelings that already far surpass,
the ransom on my heart, that they abet.

Sunlight upon a fallow field falls hot,
but focused to a point, it multiplies,
like sensuality that from your eyes,
can mesmerize the objects of its glance,
and freeze the dancers in their very dance,
insuring my rebellion comes to naught.

Oh face, which does a thousand heartbreaks make;
Oh eyes, which cause one thousand souls to burn;
resulting in one thousand hearts that yearn,
for that portrayed: imagination's reach.
I cry unto all gods I may beseech:
Make me the gift of what I cannot take.

Rain falls upon each desert in its time;
that time, though only brief, makes flowers bloom
and lives, like blossoms, wear a bright costume.
When one thinks fore or aft for very far,
each distant dream appears, as though a star:
our wishes merge its color to sublime.

Some place exists a hidden land of charms,
where raindrops fall forever on the turf,
and calm the yearning waters of the surf.
There dwells the sum of all my past desire.
There lives the only fuel for my fire:
Eternal love to fill my hungry arms.