Tumultuous skies rained
On soft feathers.
Stretching the whisper of touches
He reached for her.
She could not see through the veil
Yet felt the touch,
Leaned her head to the breeze,
Aching for more.
Responding to the need,
He withdrew his hand, thunder rolled,
Clouds broke apart,
Tear soaked feathers lifted, waved,
Sunrays poured through,
Stroking face, smoothing fears,
Moment in time.
Poem © Copyright 2017 Robin McShane
Photo by ‘hotblack’ at Morguefile.com – thank you