The rain pours
Sliding silver shimmers
Falling lace curtains
Inside I dream
Wineglass in hand
Sipping sweet sherry
Soft summer symphony
smell of green
like scattered thoughts
Soaking the dryads
Dancing with abandon
in soft silks
Molded to skin
The rain pours
an oceanic purr
I see them
through the window
and I smile
Masking secret thoughts
from mundane men
smug and superior
Who see nothing
But lifeless water
Not shining grace
The dryads dance
Inside I dream
The rain pours...
(appears in the Take Out from the Writer's Cafe chapbook)