Finally Letting Us In

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

rain falls like silken threads

sewing faith and truth

echoing time

ushering the ages

unrolling a divine scroll of tears and forlorn years

unable to permeate or tarnish all that is gold

granting me both a spiritual and fleshly heirloom

we know that eternity has no end

but when does it begin

a kiss touches so much more than lips

the deluge washes away my love

drenching my skin

i aspire to make my way through it

at least until someone opens the obscure passageway

finally letting us in

Author's Note

"The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear the atmosphere of smoke." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I learned a word today on another poets page. Pluriphile. This is certainly a plurophiles poem. The atmosphere catches you imediately.

[Pete]

well you just taught me something. i believe you mean pluviophile - One who loves rain; one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. what a great word. one could definitely call me such - have been fascinated by it ever since i was a child. we're nearing the end of one of the rainiest summers on record here. we've been having deluges and downpours all season. raining now as i type this. thank you ken. always appreciate your thoughts ... :)

[Ken Simm.]

Yeah I mixed it up with those that always misspell words.