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simple
just a sweet, light spring rain
barely audible through the night
a pattern of dripping pervades
the calm silence of my shelter
just the hero at my side,
a warm and soft picture of quiet friendship.
each of us gazing out the open window,
he listens, and i survey
a glow of marigold and a hint of periwinkle
the only signs of brightness;
streetlamps and factory lights through the trees.
a chill passes over my skin,
shut the window halfway;
and suddenly the reflection,
this paper my hand caresses,
this pen i grasp in my fingers
are all part of this night's quiet magic,
and at my side, sleeps the hero
barely audible through the night
a pattern of dripping pervades
the calm silence of my shelter
just the hero at my side,
a warm and soft picture of quiet friendship.
each of us gazing out the open window,
he listens, and i survey
a glow of marigold and a hint of periwinkle
the only signs of brightness;
streetlamps and factory lights through the trees.
a chill passes over my skin,
shut the window halfway;
and suddenly the reflection,
this paper my hand caresses,
this pen i grasp in my fingers
are all part of this night's quiet magic,
and at my side, sleeps the hero
Published 17th Jan 2010
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17th Jan 2010 9:24am
Very simple, stream of consciousness but it says a lot. Isn't it amazing what inspiration can come from simply looking out the window? My favorite part of this poem is the looming figure of the "hero" who is never revealed. It says something to the hero in all of us, keeping us strong. Really great stuff!
