Gently Down Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The rain falls gently, down into my thoughts -
the thoughts of a day and a time before.
Night is an echo of my inner self -
a long shadow that flows forevermore.

The stain of the sea washes over sand,
over the memories that wear your face.
Time is suspended on the precipice,
caught between the past and this lonely place.

My tears are wept on a sea-silk pillow,
the whispering waves of unchanging love.
I embrace the silence, deftly waiting,
with my feet on earth and my heart above.

I know there is distance between our sails -
the hands of time: an hour, a day, a year;
but there's never a moment without you,
never a time when I don't hold you near.

As I spin these words on a lonely loom,
I can't help but to wonder where you are.
Do you move with the wind or against it?
Do you ever make a wish upon a star?

I wonder what you would be wishing for,
and would you ever wish to be with me?
Does rain fall gently, down into your thoughts,
or does it tumble down into the sea?

I sail on silence between day and night,
waking to dream and dreaming to wake.
With my heart in hand, I reach out to you,
the sad-voiced requiem of give and take.