Back from the Rains

If ever a soft word,
a searching careress
could be healing
I would give you this…
I would stroke you,
bringing you
into this lost light,
bringing you
over here;
near
where you shall be warm in
your dear life,
oh how I want to bring you
back from the rains
that have fallen…
Your love will lift you up.
If ever
a calm hand,
a soothe to the brow
could give sweetness
I give you this
now…
I will tell you
talk to you
quiet and low, love…
talking so soft
and slow
and soothing
bringing you very near,
so close,
bringing you
singing flooding
back.