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In a Time

The rain falls like diamonds as the lilies dance divine Honey filled mason jar rest atop the small wooden table beside a bamboo She sleeps in a small hammock that is affixed to peach trees

The rain falls delicately as the sun rises

The sweet smell of jasmine fills the air  

He sleeps atop a mountain of maroon pillows

I lay beside him on a Persian rug and trace his lips with my finger

The thick plush leaves of the bird of paradise hang lovingly over our heads                         

I tousle his hair and watch the thrashing willows

His untuned guitar leans carelessly on a wooden chair

It will fall soon


The rain falls like diamonds as the lilies dance divine   

Honey filled mason jar rest atop the small wooden table beside a bamboo

She sleeps in a small hammock that is affixed to peach trees

I lie beside her and take her hand. She arches her fingers and slips them between mine

 Her lavender-scented hair perfumes the air as I marvel at how the orchid grew

She’ll awake soon, kneel, and recite a prayer

Her rosary hangs on the branch

it moves as it rains

The white oleanders bow and surrender to the sun’s celestial light

The hummingbirds gather and circle the rustic fountain


I lay in the grass counting clouds

The sparrow takes flight

A cool breeze tousles the leaves of the willow and peach trees that are near the mountain

I remember the untuned guitar and rosary

How his lips carved and her fingers arched

I return to the clouds


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