on the wings of night
hope dances in
grey soothes the harsh
shades of day, and you feel closer.
hold your hand out
wafting through the sweet, simmering
summer air.
come sit awhile
the lightening explodes
and a shiver,
bold chemistry in the sky.
rain falls free
pure, unchecked droplets of
peace.
and rarer still,
brimming with joy.
Mornings coming
with a brash wink
but stay awhile,
stand in the joydrops
and just hold my hand
til our love makes rivers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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