It Rains No More

Yes, it was raining, cold and misty, and then it stopped abrupt. Angels weep, glazing the panes, as I look out and wonder. My breath displaces the view, as I ponder your thoughts. Flashes of light, remind me of the beauty of your eyes. Silencing thunder, allows my heart to hear your voice. I place my hand, toward the glass, to touch your face. Temperate hands, that desire to hold your hand, so soft. Recalling my view and over again, I feel our passion. Reflections of our outlines, shadowed by the subtle light, Revisited repeatedly, it rains no more for me. Though I now, no longer have a physical form, to see. My presence is and will always be, linked to your soul. We will always serve these memories above. Until the time we will forever be bonded as Angels. Memories you will create and believe, guide your spirit. I’ll emulate, as I watch from the glory, I will be yours.