Rain...

The absolution of her prowess in poetry
Is boundless, in a realm of consistency.
The concision of her verbiage consoles me dearly;
Even when I live in shadows so dreary.
I'm enlightened by the rays of her brilliance
Clearly, engulfed in her ink,
soaked, drenched...drowning in embrace.
She bestows an abyss of eloquence
Within the depths of my mind.
Ever so kind, touching the core of my soul;
Her words written with a quill, plucked from the wings of an angel.
Words so arcane, they reign in veracity,
Composed in a manner far from mundanity;
Clairvoyant in her verses, my poetic harbinger;
Inspired by crystal ball words, meant to forever linger.
My inspiration, my muse...
Dancing to her tune, my Indian flute...
Enthused by her ink, epitome of a beaut;
In turn,
My loquacious side overwhelms the recluse..
Thanks to you, my muse, I'm forever indebted to you...