Summer Rain Poem by jodde taylor

My thoughts, crossed a bridge
so wide, with arrogance
to think, you know it all;
to live with injust extravagance.

A will to wonder, a place to keep
a home to shelter, a heart incomplete
an ageless here after,
where thunder rumbles, where mountains soar.

A place to wander forever more
a chance to hope,
a time to dream,
a shifting sorrow, with consequential means.

These eyes that loom, in darkened spaces
have seen the world, with all mistraces
trestled in the long sheen grass,
I lay my head, as all things pass.

These moments endure,
a flickering candle, which clings to light
with all demands, incurred, and lives mishandled
I sheded each part of a moving solace.

And there in a den of lions
I skipped and jumped,
above the hour upon the bumps.

The rain, it fell within summers heat
a clear reflection, I shall not retreat
a meaning without end, a rose with thorns to bend.

Triumphant though it may seem,
life in all, it's journeys did redeem
to let it just fall!
the summer rain, where I once stood tall,
came and went, with tunes of straw.

To all good embraces, I made with drops of
summer rain, upon this earth where mortality,
drenched it's self in vain domains.