Collecting Rain In the Low Light

So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain
That by itself represented what you could not see
Changing the world of distant shadows
With fingers that have written
Threads of destiny

Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun
From those woodlands of her dreams
Where a raging fire in her soul
Only just begun

She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired
Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship
Who carried her fleeting mist
In her heart’s desire

A song of meditation now lies where she once stood
Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently
Each measure is divided by a heartbeat
And is rewritten every day
As our destiny

Author's Note

Finding hope and optimism once again..............

Reviews

[Helen]

What I found intriguing was the footnote to these beautiful words... " Finding hope and optimism once again...."

yet these words

"Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun"

It's like she is drawing it all to divest outside herself, she can't use it but others can...

And then...

"She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired"

Still she is waiting, anticipating....

Until the end, then it all makes sense

Beautiful Neva, stunning beyond belief! This left me with that small catch in my breath, you know, when you've continued to breath in and in and then you can finally let it go...

[Truth]

Absolutely beautiful! The picture fits perfectly.

[WynterPhoenix]

Beautiful write, Neva.

[Richielee]

superbly done Neva

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautiful flow and worrding... such divine to reinvent myself again from this.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

beautifully poured~ how many silent personal alms go unnoticed?~ and yet the magikal essence of them remains~

[Liza]

interesting use of rain and the shedding of tears thru the pain of longing; it feels to me like the drops of salt either raining out from within or pouring down on the body were a way to dehydrate and cleanse at the same time; igniting a fire that burns at a low flame to prepare for a future foundation of a stronger embrace of love

[Imagination-mage]

this was really deep, tell us every bit of feeling this one woman felt. Collecting rain, it confused me a bit but it was pretty in my mind. This was very beautiful

[Rossen]

As a photographer I have struggled with low light
As a poet I have fell in love with it..
Wonderful words Neva Flores

[Letemdangle]

Absolutely gorgeous. This Poem is an entity on to itself. I can't explain it and it is probably best I don't even try.

[roy mccarthy]

lovely inspiring write neva,
i'm a firm believer in destiny!