Michael Edwards

THE RAIN THAT WASHED THE SKY

THE RAIN THAT WASHED THE SKY

 

 

Unscrutinised by prying eyes,

in cooling shades of solitude

within the shadows dark embrace,

no occupation could repress

her crowding thoughts

and so with sorrowful regret

her cloistered troubles she expressed.

 

In close embrace he listened to

the words she sighed into the wind.

In illustration of his love

he whispered tender overtures

within the sanctum of the trees

as gentle tears gave new release

like rain that washed the sky.