so softly the summer rain falls

my is –

interrupted –

fades into the vastness of was.

replaced,

perhaps,

be it ever so briefly,

by yet another is…

 

when yesterday was today,

surreptitiously culled from could be,

to become,

you and that version-of-the-day me,

did interact.

now I find your is – no more.

and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,

into your was,

makes me pause…

 

how apropos – on such a day as this;

Hummingbirds and Seraphim!

and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,

the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…

waves of discontent

unable to lift the down –

struggling against the waves of doubt –

afraid to drown,

i avoid deep water,

wade instead in shallows –

seeking desperately some unseen shore…

fearful of losing footing –

stepping off the ledge

into a deeper pool of nothing.

what is it about you –

frightens me so?

your eyes –

liquid pools of hello –

invite me in –

outstretched hands offer close –

but all i do is pull away…

afraid today to take the plunge,

i struggle to stay afloat –

set adrift on stormy seas –

no calm of hope –

no rope of trust to moor this sinking ship –

tossed aside by

waves of discontent!