You touched my hand in the rain
and told fine fairy tales.
(lies and ghosts of lies)
Each burning night
by cool torment
of showers in afternoon.
(you said you were the one)
From the brown murky shadows
of my most foretelling dream
you haunted, made me think forever.
(stories for credulous children)
In the end I was left with
Today I will climb up on my rooftop
in the glory of a spring morning.
Free of who I thought you were,
I will bind my heart to nature's truth
This is a Sunday Scribblings post.