Linda M. Crate- A Poem

rain dance 

 

the rhythmic footprints

of rain washes away entropy

reigns in some sort of serendipity

i found when falling into his

azure blue moon eyes, 

dancing becomes a second nature

as i pirouette in the silver blossoms

singing his name in my heart;

i remember once he was soaking

wet with his hair matted to his neck,

and when he kissed me i felt like

i was graced with the osculation of a

king breathing his golden warmth 

against my rosemary flowers —

there was a lesson in this, there's always

a silver lining to entropy hanging on the elbows

of the bitter grey moon; i just wish i could

have captured the light in his eyes in an lantern

so i could remember that now as i grope around in

the thick of this dark cave without a clue as to

where i'll find the balm to kiss away the sting of 

recently opened wounds, threatening to bleed dry the

fabric of my heart crimson as a sunset.