My heart sang in the rain:
emotions stimulating cayenne senses
as you stepped from the train

that gun-metal day as I removed
the straw hat covering the callous
crust of our differences

that sent you angerly flying off
to Egypt where you buried my love
beneath the Pyramids of bone:

cold uncaring stones stacked neatly
in sands of time; you thought
I would fade into nonexistence

like memories of the Cherokees,
that faded along the Trail of Tears,
dying from your soul slowly.

My heart sang in the rain:
songs of love, flowing words
from the pen of Johnny Mercer

as my mind sailed back through
winds of mint and rosemary
that made our palates zing.

Under this gun-metal sky, the warmth
of your embrace, I sip the wine from
your lips of love returned from

vineyards afar, I don my cloak
of valor like Sir Galahad to protect
you….. from me….eagerly awaiting.

P.S. I love you.