My Rainy Nest
My Rainy Nest
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Nestled warm in my downy nest,
I listen to the rain tapping on the window,
as if to beacon entry,
to find the warmth absent from nature’s way.
Leaves bend in weight of diamond crystal drops,
one by one releasing, leaves springing back,
a ballet of bouncing diamond cascades,
brimming beyond my window of rivulets.
I pull my cover tight,
eyes closing, mind wandering
within the vast void of my numbed thoughts.
Her face appears, as if next to mine,
I feel her breath on my face,
her scent flooding me with a swell of passion,
and then yearning to have her near,
to touch that beautiful face,
feel her soft skin and be wrapped in her loving arms.
This nest is empty of her,
the rain now angel tears, a tinged sadness of misplace,
the longing for her overwhelming.
The rain recedes into the heavens,
and a ray of hope burns its way to earth.
The leaves are still as nature sighs,
and I wander my dark void and find oblivion,
until next we are together.
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