Love

In silent moments I see rain imagining the pitter patter on my roof
I sit here in the dark remembering moments from my treasured
youth still looking after it like a train that just left the station
in spring the rain returns the hills to green, the fields
of red poppies waving softly in the wind
and down the hill she comes
walking back to me
with love
in
her heart
as if she never left
and I had known her all my life
perhaps it was in another life perhaps
we’ll never know but who cares after the rain
the sun comes out and birds begin to sing and so will I