Gentle Rains

Sorrow’s melancholy dances
    Where softly the music resounds,
Round the floor of second chances
    Where all else fades, forever drowned

    Upon the soil of fertile ground,
Lost in silence to love’s embrace
    Where all else fades, forever drowned,
You spin once more, lost amongst lace

That softly trace your gentle curves
    Where all else fades, forever drowned,
Beyond the din of what’s deserved,
    Beyond the dream, beyond the sound,

    Where all else fades, forever drowned,
Nothing exists but you and me,
    Where you are my renown, my crown,
Hope bestowed to a drifter’s plea.

Author's Note

This is a reverse quatern in that the refrain starts in L4 of the first stanza and moves one line up within each subsequent stanza.

The title is special to me in that I often tell others that we must learn how to dance within the rains of life (rains/storms being a metaphor for the trials we will face, and dancing being the disposition we take when facing such things). This poem is written to highlight how sorrows can find their way in, but if we work together, there is no end to what we can make it through. My joy in this piece is found in my wife, and this is a promise to her that no matter what sorrowed melancholy may come, all else will fade but her and I...and we will make it.

Robert