The rain is falling softly now
a gentle hush among slender
spring limbs heavy with blossoms
that fall with no sound like snow.
Drifting down the hill
tender floral boats that carry
prayers to the mother stream.
Far into the mists of this night
they will float towards
home in the sea...
I linger here in this place
of baptism...annointed with
the tears of Angels
who set free harbored dreams
that only our hearts may know.
