Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Collecting Rain In the Low Light - May 11, 2011

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


  1. wow, surreal and ethereal. wonderful poetry filled with beauty collecting rain in the low light.

  2. Deep poem, which guides us through a winding journey of a soul ..

  3. Nice to the eyes, imagery with words, Thank You Neva.

  4. Being 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.

  5. Good to get back to reading your words!

  6. absolutely breathtaking, Neva.