...a poem about pondering a
contemplative sleepless night...
There must have been millions of raindrops falling
Loud drops plummet from the place where the
sky overflows
The infinite pitter patter is painfully counted one by one
These moments are that rainy night
Splashes splatter, showers flood,
Shards of water blind the fogged windowpanes,
Catching the candle light’s dull flicker on the dancing trees
Waves of sentimental silent reverie grasp a fragile heart,
Only learning to sing the soul’s most poignant sentiment
Eyes wide open to see you walking in my dreams
Broken silence filled the aching moment with a boisterous sigh
The daunting fading hush of unspoken breath exhaled
Marks a secret place no one else can go,
One drop at a time…
Harlon Rivers...January 29th, 2013
