Listening to the Rain...

I listen to the rain –

at five am – I drift

in and out of uneasy sleep

darkness, mystery and sensuality lurk

as the future steps into the present

for one moment - challenging – exciting

all at once eerily intense.

Listening to the rain becomes –

a stretching spiral galaxy,

expanding far beyond

these individual drops of glorious precipitation.

I study the sound – perplexed, with hesitation

At the loss of a kindred human spirit
and that friend – finds his way into this Zen meditation.

Ah - one of so many losses during this sad January

Two thousand Ten.

Yet O this tragic passing gives way

to a rising as our friend succumbs

to the natural rhythms we all accept

and hold at bay -

while he makes his last flight home.

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As I wake now – hours, perhaps lifetimes have passed

the rain has turned into a light snowfall -

leaving a thin sheen of glistening beauty.

Sunlight glances across the white frozen pond

and a fresh clean world awaits -

Angels have spread their magic dust –

blessing those that pass away

and those of us that one-day

will certainly follow.

J.E. Dorsey – aka. Doug Claybourne – for Coleman

01.27.10 - Rev. 10.30.10