Rain outside the Window Pours

     Rain outside the window pours,

        A soft cascade of un-claimed wishes

           They fall, 

                and Wait

                     for recognition.

     I was small when first the rain streamed 

         through wind's wide whispers

            It was blood

               I knew

                  Escaped from flesh,

   

    Embracing the winter rose in always budding.

         It was her dissolution,

            into the pure droplets of potent sheality

              a veiled mistress of alchemy.

       Now the un-seen blanket spreads earthwide, galaxy-wide,   

          Endless 

             and all at once, the minds-eye opens.

               A mother's whispering touch, 

                  soothing, 

                    Vastly invisible,

                       Envelopes and stills...