Shadows deepen as the rain softly dissolves against the glass like displaced water color Branches tap quietly in time to a desolate wind whispering of distant dreams Her face one with the glass the coolness soothing upon her cheek as she watches the rain Soft sighs spread like tiny white trails across the pane fading quickly like forgotten moments soon replaced by others doomed to the same fate Her eyes search the darkness each heart beat brings the dawn closer Bewildered shadows fall to her feet love dying within the rivers upon the glass..
I love the time and in between the calm inside me in the space where I can breathe...
Breathe~ Your work keeps getting lovelier and lovelier. I like the softness of the rain as it slips down the window pane. Is there a woman who has not 'been' there? Nope, don't think so ... thanks for painting the moment so well. ~*Marge*~
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What a wonderful poem, I love poems about the rain, the meloncholy puttering sound against the roof or window. It does conjure up a certain sadness. This mixed with your poetic talents wrought a poem of the highest caliber. Liz
OH! This is super! I W A S that girl with her face pressed up against the cool glass...your words put me right there, feeling everything I read. Sigh. You have done a great job in this writing, Breathe! I'm envious of your talent for putting such a "happening and thought" into such perfectly descriptive words.