Saddest Rain

A most moving post by Richard Ankers.
Reblogged for your reading pleasure on RetMP with hopes you will recognize your tethers and make peace with the reveal of your waiting place. The next moment of your life may be the same or it won’t. You are exactly where you want to be, right now, in this very minute. Hugs, Ret

Richard M. Ankers - Author

A melancholy goddess, she wore the night
A gown of crows, who dipped in soundless obeisance
No moon nor stars could shine on she
No comet streak across her heart in silvered love
For lost she was amongst the midnight, brooding, always brooding
And though the dark creatures, gods, and dark faeries
Did court Our Lady of Sorrows, the one with the broken heart
Her one dream was to stand before the light of the sun
Midnight no more, but midday
But fates are tied with simplest string
The kind you cannot cut
And like so much that one desires, they’re never meant to be
So if you hear a tearful soul between the dusk and dawn
Be still and listen to those tears for they are saddest rain
And like the sombre, winter winds, they’ll never blow away

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