Heart Of The Matter
The Raindrops And The Rose
Silver dewdrops from heaven,
Fall silently, mournfully,
Through dismal distant skies,
October winds howl,
Through feint cracks in the wall,
Sombre music from a memory,
Lends credence to it all,
In a moment of courage,
I embrace the storm,
I have no fear of it,
For its damage has been done,
I have survived,
And I move on,
The skies are melancholy,
Clouds darkest grey,
Their song is one of sympathy,
Only heard; by me today.
Where are your tender love songs?
Impassioned lines of prose,
I linger in your garden,
With the raindrops,
And the rose.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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The Raindrops And The Rose
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