Gray affluent skies
cry into distant puddles
dancing adorantly
as she watches so safely
through the frozen pain
of her forefending windows.
Temporal thoughts
descending the glass
puddle upon the sill
as her consciousness.
She beholds her self
an image in times of light
violent and bright
the separate soul within
showered without.
The evanescent vision
leaves the same drops of rain
trickling down again
and again.
Through her translucent sight
within her sanctum
the clouds cannot reach her
with their precipitous touch
only their wet chill
inseminates her soul.
