Morning Rain

This is the morning we lay abed,

Skin on skin, rain drops falling.

Entangled limbs, tender words are said

Our sweet romance with life’s light calling.

Entranced am I with those locks of grey,

Blue eyes that pierce my armored heart.

The wetness and breathless, desperate play

Searching for solace before we part.

Cool breeze, misty light, there is only now.

Dawn transforms our sacred place.

Coming home to ourselves, alone with Thou,

A moment of silence and loving grace.

 

                                                            Summer 2004

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