What is rain? the passion between the dancing land and a piece of sky
or an affair to remember?
Can there ever be a day when the trees would refuse the dance?
Can there ever be a day when the land would refuse the trance?
Can there be a night that willingly refuses the moonlight?
Can there be a breeze that wants to be free of its ride?
Can there be an earth that can hold on too long a frigid might?
Can there be a rigid sky too far to a pleading sight?
As the lights did die and the shadows began to sigh,
How can this thirst refuse the luxury of the night?
At these times captivated by apprehension did every life sighed,
Hoping this wouldn’t be a fallacy or an impending plight,
Certain of the strength that can hold the chill in a warm embrace,
As the surrendered earth spreads for the shadow to fall,The sky had bowed against all those too tall,
Can the little pools of water not want to be big?
Can the besieged seeds not want to raise and be seen?
Can the pebbles refuse to roll across the humid earth?
Can the falling leaves not suffer the awaiting dearth?
Would the tiny grass refuse to bow to the song?
Would the broken twigs refuse the wish of having held a little long?
Walking out because the sun couldn’t love enough for both of us,
Head bowed to a heart for the truth is not always tough,
There had been times when the trees slipped even as the roots held the ground,
There were times when the unyielding hillocks missed the wordless song,
Standing testimony to a want the birds did hide within the leaves,
Awaiting the prayer the ears warmed to the whispering lips,
Can the paths stay still as the sands fly around?
Will not the heat in the womb dance to the sound?
Can the rigid boulders though slowly eroded refuse the pride?Can the wanting depths pretend too long to be shy?
Can the land refuse the shiver of the first touch?
Does not the sky feel the pain of the reserve much?
There were times a piece of the land did hide behind the walls,
These were times this one believed this was but from grace a fall,
Yet how long can a spirit hold against a need too strong?
All along when it knows this is where its scent belongs,
The sky and the earth closing their eyes against the rhyming beat,
Went through a frenzy refusing all but the ravenous heat,
As all applauded the dancing mirages,
All the fossils awaited a rejuvenated life out of their cages,
Can the rough earth decline to be softened inside?
Can the resolutely calm skies refuse to be wild?
Can the frantic fires refused to be slaked?
Can the humid winds refuse to carry the blissful cries?
The clouds did swim abound for these temples of desire,
Falling for an intimacy that at times appeared like a mire,
I have seen the earth shy yet proud of what it gave,
I have seen the skies too low did lie to prove its stake,
As the smell of the wet earth arose thanking the first rain,
I knew this was worth all the wait all the pain.
At times when resolved lay the land’s severance,
The sky did hide behind an alarming compassion,
But enchanted by his charming smile,
And those yesterdays promise that did make him cover a rigid mile,
She did float through the everyday clouds to slake her only temptation,
Waking up again and again to ride the whirlpool of passion,
At these times the pickets of conscience uprooted lay,
And interpreted by her hope nothing seemed to have a say,
As his presence warmed the cold waiting space of her prison,She felt there was no reason for the walls or a treason,
As his hungry eyes held her incisive sight,
She knew there could be nothing more true to pride,
His reassuring words did take away her doubts,
His caressing whispers taught what all the frenzied heart was about,
His every touch did make her head swim in bliss,
His every kiss proved how much of her did he miss,
There were times when she refused his touch,Only to know if he loved her enough to return as much,
There were times when she did say what she never meant,
Only to know what she had borrowed was not again to be lend,
There were times when she feared his tongue would stop,
Even as his bold hands fondled what she sought,
At times she wondered why his lips never did cease,
And his hands never too far to let go of the dream,
Yet as his heart did thunder against her shivering skin,
She knew this had to be too true to be a sin,
As his hunger touched her depths,Was there anything of her to her been left?
As her arms held him too close,
She knew they had something in her wanting to grow.