:: Downpour ::

Secret Heart

Hear my scarlet sisters
Sing.
Notes like secret drumbeats,
Light and dark in turns,
Sing.
Teasing, like an early kiss
From a latent lover, late
Sing.

Reduced to tiny fires,
The sunshafts wild and wilful,
Sing.
Through the fingered veins,
The listless hearts
Of my scarlet sisters,
Sing.

Blanketed joy, unkempt steps,
A plethora of rising rhythm,
Sing.
A crimsom choir,
Sisters scarlet with needled nerves
Sing,
Sing.