The gentle drip of the rain
Blends easily with the tish tish of
The grass. The wind is gentle today
And merely gives my cheek the brush
Of a kiss before she is gone again.
The chime hung from the roof mutely clangs
The world is so quiet. . .
The windows are all shut
I silently sit in my Lovers misty arms
A ghost figure who comes with the rain.
The moon sheds tiny tears which gather on the leaves.