Solace

Rain falling,
a patterned rhythm with my heart
salty cool on my lips, unhurried, flowing freely.
just yesterday a child, flushed cheeks buried
in dampened sheets
an aqueous solace so imperfect,
yet the soft-pedal yields
and waves roll gently over me.
tears an evanescence
as sleep, welcomed, surrounds me.

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inside

she stares at them
black isles of knowing nothing
veiled within her
their brokenness wanes
amidst her inimitable richness
like that of a chrysalis
soon to burst forth
thriving huddled
naivety clinging
mystery revealing
and yet, reveling
in transcendent warmth
and tenderness