Ronald Chapman Poems
After The Rain
Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and songwriters look.
Just the thought of tears makes my spirit hurt!
Always looking, never seeing the words through the rain.
After the dogs of summer stop barking the dreamers breathe,
After the rain of the evening, the poets and songwriters learn.
In the stillness and cool-ness the dreamers rejoice!
All the ghosts have begun humming again.
Beside the river of tears, my mind thinks.
After the rain, sunny memories sing!
Faith, adventure, and life.
Love falls like a shower of wings
Why does the Angel fall?
Faith, life, and endurance.
Holy is a sunny cloud.
Holy is a rainy spirit,
Holy is feathered wings.