Eyes like the rain, cleansing and transformative
description: Eyes like the rain, cleansing and transformative The storm arrives, a sudden silver shield, To soften the harsh and certain sun, And in the blur, the world is all revealed, As every frantic, hurried line is run. A window, once a frame for careful sight, Is now a canvas where the raindrops stream, And I watch your face in this suspended light, Reflected in a shifting, watery dream. My sight is washed of what I thought I knew, The curated smile, the posture held for show. The rain remakes your image, fresh and new, In the soft-edged, patient, rhythmic flow. Your eyes, in this dissolving, muted place, Hold not the world, but only me, and deep As a quiet pond, they mirror a gentle grace, And in that gaze, my waiting love I reap. For love's achievement wasn't in the chase, Or in the perfect light where all is clear, But in the shadowed, honest, liquid space, Where only what is real is held so dear. So let the storm, your true self, bring to view; In the falling rain, my love for you is true. ~LArry
creator: Lawrence Catania