Mountain Rains

We danced,

Through thunder storms 

And wild winds.

 

We sang

At the top of our lungs

In a cave in the mountains.

 

The echoes reverberated back and forth

Resounding our love over and over.

 

When the rain stopped,

We stepped outside.

The gravel and mud making music

On the very ground where we walked.

 

Every step a symphony,

Waiting to be played.

 

We held hands, and they were wet.

But they didn’t slip apart.

 

We walked to the top of the mountain

And looked out on the world,

And saw that it was good.

 

And we were well pleased.

 

And when the rain came again, we stayed.

Let it wash us clean.

 

And we were wet.

But we didn’t slip apart. 

Still Stunted Student

There’s something more to this anger, despair;

Something deeper that I could never repair.

 

A broken child, older than he knows

Let’s out a cry, for fear that his hopes

 

Are lost.

 

Grown up and tidy now, maybe so,

Still stunted student, too young to know.

 

“I know your name, I’ll call you by it,”

Never knew it myself, fell to forfeit

 

And worse.

 

You gave me a friend, and she was more

Than I knew at the time: love to adore.

 

So what do I now, trapped in mistakes?

How far do I go, what future awaits

 

My heart?