Poems from TheSoundofRain
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space,
which has been allotted.
the black light is tinged blue from the cold,
but...
Dearest Love.
Remember the first time our eyes, upon each-other laid?
how on that spring touched hilltop where I did say,
our love is...
Where I sit silence slumbers
The sound of rain plays off lumber
Leaves and branches create my ceiling
Oh wind won't you tell of this...
“Tired of hurricanes or tornadoes carrying away your home?
Tired of trees not pulling their weight, and only producing oxygen?
Tired of...
outside a man in a suit whistles
Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks
mechanical machines march quickly past
off to toil with paper...