Rain

Shadows of sound and wind swept heights,
mark the place Ill always hold for home.
Clouds and mist whisper of braver flights,
written to the cadence of a heart's poem.

For my heart knows no letters or words;
only the beating of piano key passion.
Lonely melodies of troubled blackbirds,
fading into the night with darkened fashion.

Shadows indeed with mountainous secrets,
hidden from frivolous and lesser affairs.
Yet, a soaring soul with heart song limits,
playing the virtues of long forgotten cares.

Honor and purpose in every composition,
as I finally speak the fullness of my mind.
The open windows listen to my decision
and the rain smiles upon one of its kind.