Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Again

Pregnant clouds
Pour drops
Benign.
Little leaves
Rustle
Soft rain tunes.
Thoughts
And thunder
Drum together
As Love comes by
Again.

The heart hums
A forgotten song -
Dead words
Now alive
With meaning anew -
As Love comes by
Again.

4 comments:

Brood Mode said...

It's a wonder how love can come again and again, melting all the resolve

musafir said...

@ brood_mode: Yes, it does. Glad you can see it!

. : A : . said...

I really like the gentleness that runs like a strong through this poem, holding it together. Very well felt and written.

musafir said...

@ .:a:. : Glad you could perceive it; thought it wasn't apparent. I was just trying out something new! I guess one must have a 'feel' for words in order to write effectively.