Monday, August 25, 2008

Face

Darkened sky,
Hiding the sun.

Darkened leaves,
Darker shadows.

The roll of distant thunder,
Far from my space,
Cleaning the air,
Healing the place.

Skies open,
And cry,
Raining down the happiness,
Until nothing left is dry.

Fog rising,
To soften my view.

Rain flowing,
Down my face,
Making me feel,
As though my heart were out of pace.

Turning,
I see your shape.

My heart instantly,
Jumps in its place,
Tranquil and calm,
That look of love on your face.

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