A Gentle Rain
While the dawn collects its rhythm,
Quietly protecting the whispers of a new day,
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns,
Risk their gentling tones in rarest glimpses,
Through the silence, into the fated feelings,
Where truth glows and kindness flows…
Shadows listen to the grace beyond the gates,
Forever rising seas, nocturnal rhythms,
Peace, in trembling pieces of heartfelt mysteries,
Blessing away the darkest storms,
Healing the moments, reassuring the stars,
Dusty breaths of kindled hope…
Arising, like the tides – ebb and flow,
Erasing the quivering seasons, burdened
By reflections of yesterday’s sins,
Neglected poetry, birthed by pain and written,
In heartfelt verses – stanzas uplifted by the soul,
Who knows the blessings of remembering…
Still as the daybreak, in flames of faith,
Awakening the heartfelt – love like a prayer,
Soothing and sentimental, yet as strong and gentle
As the most intriguing sunset, tangerines wish,
Overcome by buttery moments who believe,
Light sees beyond the winds, the trees…
Into the music that startles the dreams,
Colors, in detail, the wonder of a beautiful,
Far more alive than the dusk, the twilight,
Breathing prayers of yearning,
Enchanting, even the nocturnal, with light,
Softly tracing a silhouette of weakness, struggling…
In faith, in hope, in love – sunset’s grace seeks,
Quaint and windy echoes,
Feathery seasons, in moonlight and star strewn,
Heavens caressing the light’s flow,
Amazing us all with the night’s glow,
Flames of forever, in music that is destined…
For love, the star’s flame, seeking our pain,
Settling the darkness, the fear, the lulling rain.
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Regina Mcintosh
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