THE LONG GOODBYE
Oh, how I love it
and,
here it comes again
My beloved soft-fall rain.
It trickles and tickles
slowly through my hair
then,
touches naked skin and
sets the flesh to tingle
…So alive.
In my solitude
(save my four-legged friend
wandering at will)
I watch the waters dance
in wonder
as ripples grow in perfect
plip-plop circles
…So soothing.
Don’t tell me
there is a difference
between fire and ice.
For, doesn’t each one burn
(sometimes with exquisite pain)
to remind us all of passion.
Drifting
in those plip-plop pools
of quiet contemplation
thoughts wander too, as they will
Even now,
do we already speak the
language of the Angels
once we’ve surrendered all to love
and,
Do we meet at the first hello
or,
is it really
the first long goodbye.
~**~
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Author’s note: No, we never really say goodbye.
If I have nowhere in particular to go, I’ve always loved walking in a warm soft rain. Always found it very soothing.
Shared at One Shot Wednesday week #50
I love what you have done with this. Maybe I am biased as I love walking in the rain as well, so this was always going to appeal.
You paint a miriad of images here, the biggest, just you, the dog and the rain.
Delightful
the warm rain is soothing…i agree…and no good bye is too final and i have yet to meet anything as final, even death…
This is so special Bre but I don’t think we can ever really say good bye but linger in remembrance of those times.