The Nightly Rain Poem by Maria Shipka

The silent nightly rain tap, tap, tap
on my window pane gently slaps,
whispers me: 'Hey, you nightly owl,
sleeping time is, listen to a still growl...
Far and near rules a quite darkness,
only your thoughts are straying aimless!
So I'm brushing my teeth, break of all lights
and widely I open my window´s wings.
The susurration of a still mid-night rain
soothes my restless soul, calms down a mind
and then slow-slow- slowly unexpected,
beneath my eyelids a dream has slithered...
The sweet dream enters the door of my mind,
I feel like I had the wings of Angel´s kind.
Already I lose all the earth' heaviness,
I fly to the world of miracles and dreams,
into the world of an fabulous wonders.
Galloping on the back of horse of fairy tales,
at once I don't feel the burden of years
the stiffness of my body and its pains.
I become again so movable, so lissome,
weightless as feather, as thin sprig flexible,
sinking down deep- deeper into myself,
I discover my own real me...

(c) shipka