Friday, March 8, 2019

Rainy Day

When the rain comes
Gentle, I will
Be here to listen:
Peaceful piddle-puddling
Rivulets rolling like tiny rivers
Widening into Lilliputian oceans
Full of your voice across
Distance and time to tell
All the things you didn’t say -
You ought to have said -
Before our time wound down
Cracks to underground waters
Submerged and raging and changing
The landscape of us still
Unseen and - mostly - unheard:
Irresistibly.
God help me, I chose you;
I won’t take that decision back.
-Sabne Raznik
http://www.facebook.com/sabneraznik

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