At dusk the windows played the chords
of a rainstorm rattling rooftop boards
Fairly weathered olden house
I sat alone on newish couch
For the right to be right here
many lost and much was fear
Therefore do not say that spite
utters out of mouths too light
For the critical review
might just call a wetter blue
That's what water said it was
calling down the phony buzz
Struck by thunder in my seat
hearty skipping nervous beat
One hand gripped the other wrote
trying finding fervor notes
As the rain is wont to do
calmer beads were working new
Dripping off my sweaty face
looking for a fall, then grace
Memories come running up
filling empty holey cup
Water loves the land and lake
deeper breathing sounded take
Hearing thus I lower lids
breaking mind-ways out of grids
Fade to what it's sleepy soon
not much missing lovely moon.
Roman Ryan 