Reaching Out

Reaching Out

After it's been said between us
It's forgotten not,
Whether it's clear or blurred out
It'll always in our memory remain
That cloud burst the rain the diluvian's such
Soaking us..our bodies our souls
Retaining in our eyes, dew like
Like tear, drops impeding our vision our eyes
There..In the time of spring
Magic abounded in the air
The newness of it, springtime was upon us
Bursting with vigour a new beginning
The flowering trees bursting into bloom
Like the flowers of springtime intoxicatingly
Their scent attracting the bees the wildlife
Tasting their nectar, like honey
The Gipsy at the old abode he stays
A proper wreck so they say..he hasn't been seen, anyway
At nightfall, he stands tall in silhouette
Before the light and the darkness sets in
His flute he plays hauntingly
That sound so lonely
Just he and his lonely flute.
The pain within him
The agony of that lasting sound,
Heart, rendering, heartbreaking
As the rain falls on my window pane
I can not refrain, from passing those pages of old
Where their scent's retained
Where the old whispers remained
Between those pages of old
Those clouds ominously
Grey threatening clouds
As night falls a room of sigh's can not disguise
The emptiness within, a sky's bursting
The rain miraculously contain, can not
As we stand, when alone
Nakedly we stand dancing in the rain
On the topmost roof.
When there's no one
Reaching out to you.

By Connie James.