They say our world is truly round <br />and that the borders are not real, <br />as in the airspace can be found <br />God's promise and his lone appeal. <br /> <br />The clouds do travel far and wide, <br />helped by the clever winds of change, <br />give shelter to the moon to hide <br />and cry their tears onto the range. <br /> <br />Life-giving as it is for crops, <br />it cleans all bird and insect wings, <br />but is it true that falling drops <br />are sparkling, tumbling, happy things? <br /> <br />And if they are, once they arrive <br />to visit roots and thirsty flowers, <br />they rest a bit but stay alive <br />until the early morning hours. <br /> <br />When in the village can be seen <br />the Sandman as he aims to leave <br />and Dawn rolls in to change the scene <br />the Moon wipes tears off with his sleeve. <br /> <br />A magic mist now rises sweetly <br />from rooftops, cotton-candy-blue, <br />a million raindrops drifting neatly <br />returning gladly, to renew. <br /> <br />My love, the war still has some life, <br />a raucous ocean separates <br />me from the one to be my wife, <br />God, breathe some sense into those states! <br /> <br />Until we meet again, I say <br />go find the biggest darkest cloud. <br />The one that's travelled a long way, <br />stand under it and wish out loud <br /> <br />that twelve bright drops come straight from me, <br />then kiss each one, yes, kiss them all. <br />They'll rise as Dew then to be free <br />and I'll be waiting as they fall.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-separation/
