Tender rain

Sitting in the silence of my room
February, cold and icy damp
Staring at the wall,I saw my doom

I saw a tunnel black as Satan’s broom
To which my train was heading with no lamp
Sitting in the silence of my room

Filled with dark despair and avid gloom
Nobody could help me, cat nor tramp
Staring at the wall,I saw my doom

A  golden garment  made  this dead soul bloom
No words spoken, everything was felt
Sitting in the silence of my room

The cloud of gold made manifest love’s flames
Dissolved my stoney heart,destroyed my guilt
Nothing  now shall  ever be the same

Behind, beneath,whichever way we tilt
The  golden being hides in all we’ve built
Sitting in the silence of my room
Tears fell down like showers of tender rain

 

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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