forecast

a well of tears I’m not
but a daydream
in the midst of storm
rain’s caused the red maple’s branches
to wear a thousand watery stars
filled with the laughter of clouds
the dark music of the earth
a well of tears I’m not
but a river ablaze at sunset
a fiery tulip drowsing in the moonlight
the lightning bolts and thunder
are visions made palpable
of my great love for you
yet I’m not a well of tears
just a passing shadow
upon your breast

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

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