Into our lives, little rain falls

’tween best laid plans and toppled walls.

Lightning flashes a haunting pall.

Fire threatens, a dream soon stalls.

A sudden storm, and devastated.

A wanderer’s path’s been re-directed.

But time continues, a mysterious weft.

Your dawn arises, but with nothing left.

Warm breeze blows with something to say.

Message on a breath, direction yesterday.

Stronger now, more sure and steady.

Tempest-tested, a weathervane ready.

Gentle answer undoes resistance.

A whispered word of Divine insistence.

Unfettered mind, an ear that hearkens.

Swift new wind, and new path beckons.

Too soon to speak of love,

too new to talk of trust,

no time for tempting promises,

just dancing, ribbons and lust.

Drawing water from your eyes

and several other places,

whispered whisker’s words

and nimble finger’s graces.

Endless nights in your wake

and many more still coming,

a knight to claim a stake

and send the furies running.

Morning sunshine’s window

clear and bright and stark,

sleepy lover’s pillow, she says,

“wake me when it’s dark”