It Is Then

When the sky is dark and the moon bright, 
the moths heading for heavenly lights
it is then I call your name

When the children sleep, and the mothers wait
for cold and tired fathers late
it is then I hear you knock

When the laughters quiet and the silence loud,
and the stray cats sing, strong and proud
It is then I feel your voice

when bodies lie and thought wander
dreams slipping like hands cupping water
It is then you are alive
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Rice Avatar
February 6, 2009 at 2:38 PM
You are really good.
Mac Donald Avatar
January 20, 2009 at 5:57 AM
This is amazing, Rina! Gives a soft, smooth, ethereal feeling. Love the line: "dreams slipping like hands cupping water", however, the entire piece is filled with beautiful imagery! Wishing the best to you and yours...Mikki
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