Sooner Than Later It is a quiet place the wind whistles through the cracks that cannot always be seen to the eye. You can lose your place, like a book where the pages are blown or closed without a mark to keep you. Out across the fields beyond the red clay sift, mesquite lines a destination, if you care to follow. I think I shall sleep in that first day, before I realize I am home, again. Raine Les 8/31/2009 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% I Love You Prolific and filling those spaces between lines of grammatical symbols creating drama and feeling, litanies, books and deep wells, those places of the heart where engulfing life and its profundities lie silent in their grave without the meaning of just three words, expressed in completion and question.. So, where have you been all my life? Raine Les 12/21/2009© %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Been In my voice that is etched on a thread, What is the tone? The notes drenched, fear or red? The world has reached farther than even my sky. Today, though veiled deeply, black caverns sigh. Its ebb and its flow in disappearing tone, Crescendos of blue in pianissimo moan. Written with words that tell of my tale, Disclosing a soul, who's pion and grail, Is just a woman, plain, simple, cotton. Dreaming in silk, hoping not to be forgotten. Raine Les 1/7/2010© %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% 1 Thessalonians 5:16-19 16 Rejoice always, 17 Pray without ceasing, 18 Give thanks in all cirstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 19 Do not quench the Spirit. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%