Poems In the Night Rain

Poems in the night rain. By Jude Kyrie I remember that poem. it was so very long ago I think this misty rain brought its memory back. I was walking in the olive greens of the park then a beautiful poem fell from the clouds. The most beautiful poem I search the park this night I call out his name softly Poem Poem Come back to me. Then my poem appears still beautiful. still with soft spoken words. So tender this poem. The poem asked me to take It back to my fireside Where it unfastened my blouse Whispering its soft hypnotic rhymes. Words I had not heard since forever. Then from outside the window I saw the poem making love to me. So tender and beautiful. When he had finished reciting its love poem. We lay by the firelight drinking wine and spoke of commitment. A house full of forever's. Homes and children and other untruths.