A Gentle Rain

Can a single tear

the pain of which

A gentle rain define?

Will light and sound

refrain for those

who wait for sun to shine?

Once slowly spilled

of misty eye

and hearts as good as thine,

Come older days

when drops do fall

we'll shelter, yours and mine

For Ruth

When first we held life's craggy shores
Our hearts wrapped full were bound
Not short nor still while well aligned
Our sights and souls entwined

Winds soon came calling, they tore our grip
Swift tides called, "lines be cast"
For there came waves of currents strong
Our grip could not outlast

Those ties remain as knots unwind
Full sails must take their course
While distant lands draw lives apart
Our hearts still stride these shores