INTIMATE SECRETS

When the raindrops whisper our intimate secrets

and fall to earth on invisible wings

they remind me of the phantom days

when you and I gave freeplay to our dreams.

I find myself thinking of the

"what might have beens,"

if only the days that use to be

had held on a little tighter to you and to me.

The days before our hearts entered their wilting season

and love was more than a waning spector in the night.

When we loved, not with reason,

but loved with all our might.

I know that memories are selective

and that my soul still grieves

for red mountain raspberries, honeysuckle vines

and a bouquet of kisses under autumn's falling leaves.

Why when the raindrops trace

your pattern once again upon my face,

can I not enfold you within loves tender embrace,

and all our hurts gently erase.

I want us to come forth from the invisible wings,

and quit hiding in the lonliness that heartbreak brings.