each drop of the drizzle
like a note
to a song yet to be
written
i watch
and hear them
one by one
trying
to catch a few
save for the sun shine
dont let them
all be gone
dont let the clouds dry
come,
back in my arms
where you were
once, where
you belong
still
I close my eyes and fall asleep .
ReplyDeleteThe words ,after a long time , appear with that long lost fragrance of the pacific.
The warmth.....oh the warmth only found under the wings of Albatross .