I think words are raindrops
Falling,
Streaming through your mind,
Like a summer rain,
Cleansing your body.
As the storm of words,
Ebbs and flows,
Streaming down and
Slowing to a drip, drip, drip
That creates its own rhythm...
Its oWn pathways of
Pleasure and
Channels of understanding.
The flow of words cleansing my heart,
As they bathe your body and soul,
Flowing words born of thought,
Become a stream of reality
Within your mind,
Touching your body,
Awakening,
Secrets so long hidden,
Your heart's desires.
Donovan Baldwin