Give me quiet rain,
the kind which whispers
simple secrets onto a
Victorian window pane.
With drips to run down
silver siding, to
formulate in these seashell
shores. Give me all of
that which my memory
desires. Peaceful corners,
short nights, and long
mornings which will never end.
With sand, and shade, and burning
sun at close of day.
to smile back
Give me every desire
which had long since been
born, on that rocky outcrop,
And on those sandy shores.
Now flown away
Give me all of that again
For a spell
