Holding the Rain

Rain falls gently in the night

Cold droplets on my skin

Washing me clean of the world

Worry and fear rolling down

Dripping from me

Into puddles of memory

That pools at my feet

My face turned to the sky

Welcoming the cleansing sky

Clearing my mind of doubt

It cascades down my back

And then it is gone

Bathed in the open air

Feeling both old

And at the same instant

Brand new in every way

The breath drawing in

The smell of the storm

Lingers in the atmosphere

And in this moment

I am suddenly so free

And suddenly so small

Yet I am everywhere

The drizzle falling across my hands

And I give myself to it freely

As it gives itself freely to me

We meet in an impossible embrace

I hold the storm

And the storm holds me

Christmas Bells

A Christmas carol plays

In the lonely night

I sit sipping whiskey

Looking out at the snow

A solitary street light

Brings no warmth

But only allows vision

It flickers and dims

And I am left alone

Sitting in the dark

Ding Dong Ding Dong

Christmas bells are ringing

A Cold World

I sit alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
Wondering what you’re doing
Where you are right now
Are you sleeping?
Are you under a blanket?
Watching TV?
Maybe you too
Are sitting alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
And if you are
Do you ever think of me?
The way I think of you?
Do our thoughts cross paths
In the stillness of the night?
So many questions
But so few answers
And even if I had them
I’m not sure what I would do
So I simply wonder
As I sit alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
Knowing it is still warm within my heart