I Listened for the Rain

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I listened all night for the rain
and heard only your memory.
I listened for the rain
and heard instead a mystery.
I listened for the rain
and heard instead the whooshing of fairy wings.

Someone, something precious last night left me
as through and out of  my soul flew her presence.
God’s carefully watching eye turned away 
and someone I could not afford to lose is gone.
On her way home a fairy passed through me.
And in aching, arching flight my soul pursued her -- 
and pursues her still.

She had a dream of me requiring felicity.
She had a dream of me we shared completely.
I had a dream of her we could not complete.
My dream of her required her complicity.

I would hear the sound of a human voice
to remind me I am not alone.
I would hear another’s song sung from pain 
to not be so alone.
It is as a death, her flight from me,
the death of the best of me.
I am prepared to cry for a very long time.


Copyright © Ron Haun

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