A midnight walk in the rain
Lumbering along in the dark,
life drifts gently onto crown
and burden weary shoulder:
Small streams trickle down coat
and pools emerge
in valley folds of cloth.
Wooden, many-fingered towers
hold up the living ceiling
and a great ocean
collects at it's roots.
Fluid life bathed in unearthly glow drips into
and becomes one body;
Rippling the surface,
reaching shore incandescent,
pushing flotsam from the heart,
begging for a cleared tomorrow.
A whispering wind guides that life onto careworn, crinkled eyes
and beard-cloaked, cracking lips.
The same lips smile acknowledgement of the gift
And the whole person stands in the inspiring awe.