My Life In Word

Epiphany
  
 Sometimes I cry
 Like now you see
 Each tear
 Its own epiphany
 Of love forlorn
 And lost at sea
 Adrift, I wait
 For a change of wind
 Seeking cloud cover
 To soothe my skin
 Left dry and thirsty
 And nearly singed
 By the crudeness
 Of your love
 But, alas, reprieve
 From the sky above
 Who opened her hand
 To rid me of
 These hot,
 dark, dusky days
 And with each raindrop
 She did so blaze
 The path for which
 To lift the haze
 Sometimes I cry
 Like now you see
 Each tear
 Its own epiphany
 Of love and joy 
 And jubilee 
 
 Simona A. Brinson 

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