More rain

The sky is charged and a spotted gray that calls
an owl of the night moving through the skies
in her journey of awakening into our dreams

over the snow covered mountains
peaks of icycles

Soaring into the clouds
extending into the void
fearless

Eyes piercing through the veils
woman that dances by the shore
her call of desire as the fingers lift
curve into mist

Pleasure

opening the cycles
as the rain runs through
all obstacles

more rain coming
our way
clearing the long suffering.