Rain falls as I sketch his soul,
In infinite detail, I remember leaf, branch and seed.
Every vein and curl; the ragged limbs, the silver skin pleading
    never forget.
In the rain, the myth of him flowing from my loving hands.

(c) 2005 J.L. Stanley


Rain falls as I sketch his soul,
In infinite detail, I remember leaf, branch and seed.
Every vein and curl; the ragged limbs, the silver skin pleading
    never forget.
In the rain, the myth of him flowing from my loving hands.

(c) 2005 J.L. Stanley