Collecting Rain In the Low Light
So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain
That by itself represented what you could not see
Changing the world of distant shadows
With fingers that have written
Threads of destiny
Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun
From those woodlands of her dreams
Where a raging fire in her soul
Only just begun
She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired
Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship
Who carried her fleeting mist
In her heart's desire
A song of meditation now lies where she once stood
Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently
Each measure is divided by a heartbeat
And is rewritten every day
As our destiny
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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ReplyDeletewow, surreal and ethereal. wonderful poetry filled with beauty collecting rain in the low light.
ReplyDeleteDeep poem, which guides us through a winding journey of a soul ..
ReplyDeleteNice to the eyes, imagery with words, Thank You Neva.
ReplyDeleteBeing that it was a kiss of worship, it could never be "just a kiss". It was in fact, a holy kiss, and if she is who I think she is, she is well and truly admired, and loved as well.
ReplyDeleteGood to get back to reading your words!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely breathtaking, Neva.
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