rain falls by Peter Humphreysrain falls
and when it falls
it falls
not as rain
but as tears
at first as
a misting of the eyes
the mountains once so clear
are covered in a film
a haze that hides the
purple blue of the eye
and yellow of the heathered
broom
it fills the streams
that flow gurgling
from bog to
inner lake and
as you wipe your eyes
tears stream and fall
as rocks over rivulets
do flow
all words are impossible
and silence falls
as the night
and the streams
still flow unseen
but not unheard 11/15/2009
Posted on 11/15/2009 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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