Rain,
by marvelous drop in pain
you
speak to me,
with
words I see,
in
the ravenous heart attain.
And
in Dawn's misty eyes I see,
a
shine within,
will
never end
in
all existence the essence of me.
The
eloquence finds itself a home,
in
fragrant thought
this
lily sought
a
spirit, an essence to own.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998
