The Heavens Cry

Awakened by the patter of rain
Bombarding thunder and lightning
Delights you on a school day
Time is for sleep
Caressed by the silky sheets
Abounding comfort
I am lured back into the dreamworld

A pillow to hug
in the absence of a lover
A bedspace for two
shared in the depths of the unconscious

The heavens continue to weep
We do not fail to notice; we listen
The weeping is a song
Pregnant with passion
We are lured into its realm
Silenced, we are patient and hopeful
Drawn to return and to converse
to console and to be consoled
The heavens cry
It is a reunion in spirit

It comes with rain

When it rains as it does these days
I welcome the memories and
its sentimental moods
that wrap me in a
temporal warmth.

The feeling is addictive.
Pair the coldness
with music
and you are set
for an emotional feast.

As it rains every year
the best of settings
from the sentimental countdown
are chosen
and are remembered.

Then with rain
comes good sleep.
Memories are loaded
and revisited.
The soul rests and
the mind wanders.

Memories come alive
in dreams.

Memory

Many things I remember
from early childhood
involving school, friends
pets and family
long trips, destinations
low periods and high times

But not one which I dearly want
A link which I have not been able to unite
For I was too young
Too old now to remember
And it could not last longer
Too quick it had to leave me
I had not come to realize
There is one thing most
I would like to remember
But it isn't in my memory.