Writing on a Rainy Night

A quiet peace descends

On the gentle misty air

And outside the rain drones

Without a worldly care

It is here that I sit

Painting my dreams

In a world that doesn’t exist

But in the painting words bring

I dream of flowers and the sun

Dancing in the brightness of dawn

I dream of the moon and stars

In a world dark and long

I write of people

Of their cares and their joys

And I write their stories

To give them a voice

I laugh with the children’s laughter

And cry with the widow’s tears

I feel when hearts are broken

And rejoice when they are healed

I can see the clouds dancing

And hear the rustling of leaves

But I also see the battles in war

And the hear the cries within

It is a supreme agitation

On such a peaceful night

To hear what you rather not

And see darkness instead of light

But then the peace returns

And the mists roll into the night

For in a writer’s world

Words are might

May K.