Morning Rain - Poem by Joyelle Osburn
Dreams of you pass through
this morning's rain.
Let it castaway my delightful heart,
boast it high upon a blissful arch,
and ascend it deep from
faces of pain.
Like the stars that give me breath,
so does the first light's dew.
Darkness, closed and locked,
leaves me standing here
calling to you.
Though mountains choke
my eternal song,
the clouds carry the sonnet
to lands far between my enchanting wings
only to capture what is to belong.
Telling secrets to the silken wind,
gently touching the sky's spilled tears,
I use the mist to paint my lips,
as the sun steals them away,
longing to return to this morning's
dreamy dream where you
remain there bidding my name.
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