And Then The Rains Came*

And Then The Rains Came.

And then rain's came
Washing the Soul,
As the moonbeam,
Breaks through the rainbow.

Behind the crystal screen.
Over and over she sleeps,
The butterfly imprisoned in her dreams,
wordless she suffer's
a shudder of love,
As the oriele flutters and sings,
Brooding, vacant..
Until the rain's came.

Nicola Turner..2007.

There is not enough darkness in the world that can put out a small candle..!

That gives hope.