Like leaves in the glossy rain
The everyday noise floating away
Rattle and patter; runs off the roof
Dripping wet, I lean off the porch
The spout presses through the ground
I hold the water in my palm
Watch as the sky restores my vessel
Drop by drop; all is anew
I find my way inside
Soft patting whispers me to sleep
How I long for my bed
But hold fast; the couch is near
What a slumber I may have!
The sounds of thunder lay me down
Mother, may you pass me by
Kneel beside me and touch my face
If you wonder what I'm dreaming
Keep this comfort in your mind
That if you really need me
I'll probably be outside
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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