When it rains . . .

Still is the air of the night
Hushed is the voice of it's passage
I miss you

Loud is the rain pouring onto my roof
Midnight hours chime out the wind's lonely call
I need you

Cold is the feel of my sheets
Yearning for your presence to warm this night
I want you


Telly Morris
Tuesday, April 23, 2013 at 22:52HRS