Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

Waiting For Your Rain Dance

I’d rather be no one
Than just someone to you
I’d rather not exist
Than be part of the crew

I’d rather disappear
Than be unseen to you
I’d rather simply fade
Than not have proper due

I’d rather walk away
Than be another dance
I’d rather hide my soul
Than be second chance

You see, dear, I’m different
Not just part of a crowd
I’m unique, quite special
Does this make me proud?

I know what to offer
I know what I’m made of
I know when to play eagle
I know when to be dove

So my dear, I wait now
For when your eyes will see
The glory and splendor
Of a woman like me

You might be blind to color
Not see my lovely hue
Sweet and precious dear one
Here is a little clue

Multi-colored rainbow
I’m revealed after tears
I come to bring you joy
To banish gripping fears

Each and every color
Is there for you to see
But you only see shades
And not the real me

So I will vaporize
Much like the morning dew
I long to drench like rain
To soak you through and through

But you must long for me
A rain dance must perform
Then I will come real quick
Unleash my pent up storm

I will refresh your soul
Bring to life every dream
I will lead you by hand
To ever flowing stream

Once I see my beauty
Reflected in your eyes
Then I will hover near
Whisk you to paradise

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Joseph Matose October 15, 2013 at 6:00 AM This is devastingly beautiful!!!! This Quatrain is out of this world! I like how you manage to revolve around a subject...and how you fuse the whole leitmotif together. Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:54 AM I LOVE your post. Simply beautiful. Thanks ever so much for the sweet words....

Richard D Seal October 14, 2013 at 6:41 PM I'm sure this guy could hardly miss the woman painted in this prize piece of writing my little Desert Orchid. Paradise eh, sounds tempting lol. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:55 AM Are you tempted? Desert Orchid wants to know.....What shall I tell her??? HA HA! Mr Seal.....bantering with you is so much fun!!!

Liam Mcdaid October 14, 2013 at 4:36 PM flowed of the page a golden beautiful piece Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:56 AM :) You are way too kind, Liam...I do appreciate it though...Don't change! :)

Poet Tacito October 14, 2013 at 9:58 AM Very elegant in your words. Yet, I have to wonder if this will be the only time your heart will be waiting for something that should be declared & expressed each new day anyway. But, what do I know? Excellent job. Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:57 AM You know a great deal, Drake. Thanks for those thoughts to ponder on. :) I appreciate every visit....

Richard Lamoureux October 14, 2013 at 9:19 AM Exceptional writing, sometimes we reach and hope for what is not meant to be. Still the heart wants what the heart wants. Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:58 AM Yes, the heart can be a stubborn little thing. Throwing tantrums and everything! ;) Best to let it have what it wants........thanks for the visit, Richard.

Honestly J.T. October 14, 2013 at 12:54 AM I like how you used a Native American dance ritual as a metaphor. Nicely done Eileen Manassian October 15, 2013 at 9:59 AM :) I'm smiling in real life, Justice. Thanks