That red stroke above

That red stroke above…
When skies scream out with all their love
The growling of storm, often mistook as anger
The highest pitch voice of God’s clanger
When skies scream out with all the love
That red stroke above….

The pitter patter of drops on my window sill
Where memories hurt, yes, they kill…
On a bed beside the window pane
With the violent attack of the pouring rain
It’s then, when that red stroke above
Do skies scream out with all their love…

With a bond of sharing, caring, deep down and above
On a street filled up with pouring love…
A gentle touch of the hands, the first kiss…
Memories of heavenly bliss…
That red stroke above …..
When skies scream out with all their love…….

Love

The leaves have moved while the lips have touched……

All this and more while hands were clutched….

Softness and hardness intertwined

With memories of sadness left back deep behind

The sweet taste of strawberry on your lips….

Drowns me in heavenly bliss….a sweet untouched abyss

The rain’s falling hard on the window sill….

You far away … am here, still…

Waiting for, your memories to fill…

Up on a hill and down below…

The wind blows strong, occasionally slow….

A song we shared, a tune we hummed

A beautiful face , a bond unplumbed

Memories in mind, some dreams to oversee…

A common landscape where mind roams free….

Beside the lake, where the water flows

Those slender boats, still, those teenager rows

The leaves move still and my hands are stretched

Those rain drops still make my memories blessed

Beside me always, do stay my love

My sweet, cute, ring necked dove…..