And The Rain Continues Falling


The Rain Continues Falling

Through the open window of my heart

I watch the moonlight fall

On the pages of a book, long unread

I reach, as if to touch your memory

The night is heavy with the scent of roses

The sweetness clinging to my skin

There are reflections of heaven in rainwater

Snowflakes and stardust

On the mirror they fall

The tears of the night

A gust of wind, a peal of thunder

Inside my mind, your voice whispers to me

Speaks to me, of what has never been

I seek the hue, of the spark I am missing

But only silence comes back to me

Like a pebble in the pond

Slipping softly beneath the dark surface

I am remembering other windows

How they looked out on other days

In the season of stark trees, against azure skies

The image shimmers with vivid clarity

And cancels out all other shades

The hours build one upon the other

But still the candle burns

Dripping its wax upon the cold tiles

And the rain, continues falling

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

Candles #2
Image: Candles #2 (Photo credit: tortipede) https://www.flickr.com/groups/views1500/pool/with/6768161533/lightbox/

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