so the rain allows to breathe
deep rhythm with the grass of green
and hushing reverie; drought ends.
air a gift of cool relief,
the day a nom de plume
in gusts remind me wind will dry old tears
as rain reminds me every hope is (was always) here:
brought to the fore,
no other one has reached in tender
odds of grace.
a silent place
has every noise of ones before,
and if i held my breath
it was the all to listen for the all;
inside is naught but gall!
set to a plate are nailed through abject promises.
but ends, never the same and
while i know how want confirms repast,
there is no hope that longly ever lasts.
truth rippled-slow with blame:
time was not, yet now the was is much.
beside me, conquest smiles with heaven’s touch.