Pleading With Raindrops . . .
Savored, silken swan, with thin dreams divine . . .I stand
Seeking raindrops melting silently down
Falling, mocking me knowing “that” dream is gone.
Flickers faintly in puddles cold.
Dolls stare deathly signs at window sill
Sleepless, feelingless visions on faded hill.
Forts, Indians so wild, storybook princess and dragon of mild.
Little feet standing sweet, praying dear God please stop the seep.
We’ve worlds to sail through foggy dell—killing griffins spew’d from hell.
Patty’s nose on window blows, laughing with fingertip clowns.
Rain still falls, sunshine stalls the bluebirds seeking flight.
Patty and me, and Sally sure to be, broken in spirit by sudden night.
Thunder shivers, little rainy rivers, and eve time is near
Little lips glued to frosty panes blue
No castles climbed today.
Wishing, swishing, and wishing again, as silken day slithers away.
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