I thought of them as rain:
the drizzles of love that fell
suddenly upon my heart’s desert.
Chamomile unfolded
over my grains of sand,
high dunes turned to be
a carpet of bright flowers
till fragrance wafted as zephyr
In a balmy day of late spring,
oases canopied boundlessly,
beauty wrote on every grass
a space exuding words of romance.
I saw the desert a grove on a riverbank,
the drizzle-coated air a breeze—
whispering my name endlessly.
I saw the shadows gently dance
as dewdrops on flourishing leaves.
I saw nights a mirror for new dreams.
As such, I no longer wait for rainfall
for my sky showers down on my soul—
drizzles of eternal, eternal love.
