wednesday showers

when post rain infiltrated my senses

upon entrance of our Mother, 

her healing dew coating the land 

nostalgia is braided into the skyline

where the stars and castles kiss

my eyes become wet when i ponder

how i too want to be kissed

it was never my intention 

to wander aimlessly 

but it hurt so good to fall

still, the pendulum swings so persistently 

won't the peonies bloom again in may 

i’m led to where the lovebirds sing

maybe here l'll receive Love's serenade