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-RAIN- By Rivka Z 
I've always wondered about those two... * * * * * * * * It was in the rain A lamp-lit wild constant of a quiet love's refrain. They met, simply, and there at a distance Family fashion standing, waiting, dripping ancestry's distain. It was in the rain. A bandage, red, and damaged, a reflection of his pain. Their uncomplicated meeting, heralds Conflict, future danger, and the world split in twain. But what can stand forever twixt two hearts, unwelcome shame? When the war-torn road leaves but little time For love, and less and fleeting little for yet unimagined blame? It was in the rain. And yet he leaves her, star-bound, lonesome, to only fortune's claim. (Who can say with conscious bare that they their Soldier's wandering, half-taken heart have made for certain tame?) It was in the rain. A passing year, and he returns, a title for his name, Oh, But late, too late! And his welcome brief Finds that he with sorrow's bullets his bride neglect has slain. He sees her in the rain. A flaxen ghost of father'd sins. A veil the rainbow's gained. He kneels, and places roses upon her Grave, listening hearing, whispers, as the coroner proclaims: "She died beneath the rain." Listening, hearing whispers of her death beneath the rain. ~*~*~*~ ~Back to the Shelves... |