Rain Dance

Upon the wind
a soothing voice
echoes prolonged memories

could it be

the angel who sits upon my shoulder
that mythical fallacy of "always with me"
or hath death played a cruel joke
with me bearing the punch line
struggling to hear
unable to touch
seaching the horizon
blinded by hope

where art thou

desperately I seek thee
upon petals of flowers
through graveyards of smiles
within the eyes of innocence
who play hide and seek
never to be found
oblivious to discovery

my soul aches

for the comfort of your touch
those imperfect crippled hands
blessed with a dove's softness
cascading light upon a dark soul
the power to heal contained in a voice
that fluttered from a pure heart
never to be heard again
lest there be a storm
and prayers for rain are granted.....

Lovely write

Now that's a nice write!

Powerful.

nice...goosebumps and all...

nice write