A Little Rain

I took him to my arms,

where he shall be in no harm

And to the mountains with the sobbing clouds

My call to him was a savoring loud

There in the bed he shall be resting

Satin around his body for his blessings

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To Khalil.

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There is a softness here which I find adorable.

A vastness, alluring.

A story enduring.

A comfort soft and mooring.

I like the feel of this creation.

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.