| Published in the Winter 2000 issue of (this) poetry site @ http://freespace.virgin.net/mark.everett1/this/ Raindrops & Wild Inlets One day I let the weather describe my sadness, since then I've seen the shape of my heart in clear raindrops, the clean joy of water, the dark blue devotion of sky. You always said it is a strange world we live in, while turning over a pancake, like a wise old lady, no longer thrilled. Still, I count the days since I last saw you, days where raindrops are lost to the wind. The heart is a difficult thing to control Just watch as it chooses that certain one without asking for permission and I couldn't stop it any more then I could the moon from moving across the roses in my garden. Tonite I slip through the channel to the wild inlets on the other side, tonite I dream of you. ©~Ta§ha~ 1999 |
