Its raining…
and i can see her smiling,
She wants to hear the voices
dangling in the roof – like a
music in her ears…
and i can see her dancing
upon your harmony.
She wants to smell the breeze of
the East… like roses, like
scents of enjoyment, like splash
of your wave to her face,
She wants to tell a story
beneath your drops falling
in-thread… and she wants you
to fall in her head.
She wants to hug you rain…
and feel your presence, but
a single drop is not enough
— like hug me back rain.
Walking in your path, talk to
and you will never be alone again.
She wants to see along the shed
your movements slowing within
her eyes… the drops forming
circles on the ground… the
drops falling in the window, and
draw her name.
She wants you rain – like in
the summer of your abundance, like
she wants you in her everyday,
She wants to relax by you rain,
your serene sound, your calmness,
your rejuvenating existence, your
presence.
She dont want you to stop rain…
she wants you in forever, your shades
of gray, your pour serving to feed
the greeny garden, your pink clouds in
the night, your moody sky in daylight.
but now the sky is clearing…
the rain starts slowing,
birds are calling for a new day,
and the sun will rise again…
but i know you are always there
rain… come back again and comfort
her other day.
Christopher P. Taguinod
FOR HER.
May 27, 2014
11:23pm
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