A LIGHT RAIN FALLS, WARM AND SOFT,

KISSING THE PEDALS OF THE FLOWERS

AS A LOVER KISSING HIS MATE.

 

THE PEDALS SLOWLY OPEN

AND LIFT THEIR FACES UPWARDS

TO WELCOME THE RAIN'S KISS.

 

AS I, IF ONLY I COULD,

WOULD LIFT MY FACE

TO WELCOME YOUR KISS,

MY BELOVED

 

THE SUN PEEKS THROUGH THE CLOUDS

CHASING THE RAIN AWAY,

CARESSING THE FLOWERS,

IN THE MOST ADORING WAY

AS YOU ONCE CARESSED ME,

IN LONG AGO DAYS.

 

 

THE FLOWERS, WARMED BY THE SUN

OPEN, AND SMILE

AS I, WARMED BY YOUR LOVE,

ONCE OPENED, AND SMILED FOR YOU.

 

NOW I GAZE IN ENVY AT THE FLOWERS

FOR LOVERS, THEY HAVE TWO--

THE GENTLE RAIN, THE WARMING SUN.

WHILE LOVERS, I HAD BUT ONE.

 

YOU, MY ONE AND ONLY LOVER,

WERE BOTH, MY GENTLE RAIN,

AND MY WARMING SUN.

 

BUT BELOVED, YOU ARE GONE

NOW I AM LEFT ALONE, WITH NONE.

 

This poem  used
with permission 
Copyright Lois Holda

         

 
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