She was standing in the yonder- a silhoutte
ghostly yet surreal for the world that drew me in
the clouds billowed the doubts that had cast in din
the drops fell in thick and made hearts win
drawing a curtain that obfuscated all to brim.
Yearning and disturbed by the thoughts that had been crushed
by the burden of sins they had perpetrated on him
he was trapped in emotional web that injured him like a stab
some wound that was, that bled for hours sore and flies roamed like whores
she emerged like that nectar from the yonder making the rain curtain part.
The clouds parted white giving way to blue and sun shone
she demured the silhoutte path warm and strong
her visage was clear as the climate she brought along
wow! what a face and what a pair of eyes! that melted with a sigh!
her hands extended ,hairs flowing and lips half parted in love song.
She sank in the arms that had longed,she sewed the wounds that had bled
so nice and caringly that soul was returned from where it was gone
her parted lips completed the kiss of the life and made him whole again
he buried in her arms and she in his ,vowing never to part again
he had found her and she had belonged to him like woman and man.
LIfe is strange unknowns of yesterday become so dear and near knowns
you do not even notice that they had been watching over with love and fear for long
existing as shadows and ghosts waiting for the moment to arrive
the decency that they display in wait for to match your heart strings
make your affections go dry in some pipes-that were convulted and devious
and flow in those that were so smooth and inviting making lives green, full of sheen and