Broken Rain

An image soft, a cup of tea, a volume verse, a planted tree.
And velvet heart, a phantom plum, a fount of prose, a
Psyche numb. My coffee spark, an orphic eye, a ghostly
Art, a net to fly. And bone to bend, a willow flame, a
Woman’s voice, a mystic frame. For wings to pang, the
Girt of love, a fathom deep, a palace flood. And sphinx to
Web, a lotus flight, a magnet star, a jar of light. For
Symbol fair, a spoken arc, a broken rain, a soul to part.

An image soft, a cup of tea, a volume verse, a planted tree.   
And bourbon night, a mystic bird, the heart aflame, the
Dance of verbs. But pulse to love, a weathered storm, a
Woman’s wave, a passion form. And face to brick, the
Writ of blood, a tenet scar, a crying dove. For symbol fair,
A spoken arc, a broken rain, a soul to part.