Michael Evan Parker : if it rains
If it rains
If it rains,
I will listen with you
to the sprinkling of yesterday’s laughter
and the rustling of tomorrow’s promises
in the maple outside our window.
And when all is still,
when moonlight trickles onto your breast
through glimmering shadows of raindrops,
Let my whispers
fall gently upon your ear,
the balm of your breath moisten my cheek,
and in humid embrace
return us to sleep.
And as we dream together,
we will walk side by side
in the soft rain
through sweetgrass meadows
fragrant with memories yet to be.