Rock In To the Rheum of the Rain

Beneath the hailing of the storm, my baby And I hold each other close, rock in to the Rheum of the rain, let the thunder strike, As it chases after the tail wind of the lightning bolt, But all I hear is his heart beating in tune with mine! Passions earth bound blaze, as desires lustful spirits Sets this night a flame, I’m ignitions token to spark, And he’s the fuels kindling, fire and ice melting together In perfections ultimate blending of lovers, just listening To the rheum of the rain! Tender petals of moonlights ecstasy, fall within our silken Sheets of seduction, let no tear drops blemish this magical Unions bedding, for under vows spoken umbrella our love’s Devotion protects this cherished couple! Dream weaver, within your mystical inspiration these timeless Castaways, drifting upon the waves of pleasures endearment, Listening to the rheum of the rain, floating amongst the tides Of their life together, carelessly set free within each other’s open Arms of love! Let the clear mists flow across the puddles of rainbows Reflections, but we notice not for we’re lost within The gazing ripples flowing between us, as exchanging Softly words whispered in this night of lovers, Whom rock in the rheum of the rain! Let the sand castles melt within the surf’s spray, May the world pass us ideally by we are not, Allow the very mountains to be consumed Beneath the commanding waves of the seas Themselves, but it will not disturb this Totally perfection shared between him and me, My lover and me! Oh Lord God, I’ll hold no ideal above thee, Except the image of this man whom rests besides me, For he is mine heart and soul, the very life breathing Within me! As his blue eyes open in the first rays of sunshine, My world begins to spin, as we share good mornings The clock begins to tick, forever the stars linger With every breathe he intakes, and exhales, Behold life is fresh and new all over again! Two rain drops flicker in the twilight hour of night, Spinning from heaven, as silver tinsels of crystal Water, chasing each after each other, as light prisms Of passion cascading downwards hitting the tin roof, As two lovers listen again rock to the rheum of the Rain, what a sound to behold! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN