Your Hidden Face

Your Hidden Face:

In the rain, on leaves I see your face

Shapeless, green and tenderly faint

Floating in my memory as in a haze

Yet your soul I brazenly embraced

You speak to me as soft as a breeze

Caressing my face, tender on my skin

Drops of rain fall steady on the roof

As loud as your speechless words do

Chirping of range of birds that abound

Trying to drown the sound of rain’s fall

That drips steady drop by drop on walls

But I hear dribs, pure as I do your voice

Dark swimming clouds slowly waft by

Clearing a lighted spectrum in the sky

As a band of birds fly past a lit cosmos

Drawing attention to your smiling face

Now I see your face distinctly bright

The one hidden so long from my sight

It is the one I speak to in my dreams

My imagination now has your sheen