After the Rain Falls



The day, now passed,

Turns to dreaming;


Tired feet, rest before a gentle

Heat, a voice calls

From the heart of somewhere familiar.


Tell me now;


What do you see?

Before you, behind

The softly rising steam,

Beyond it all;

Where does your silver dawn



Here, there,

Beyond the horizon;

Journeys end;


Rest –


Listen, now, to the rain,

For you are dry now

And not alone.

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