Raindrops And Rosebuds

Raindrops and showers
Rosebuds and flowers
Can you see it changing, forming?
Do you see it becoming…?
Can you hear my heart beat
Like a pestle crushing wheat?

The wind today blew hard and long
As I lay listening to a rock song
The raindrops dropped and grew into showers
And I wished that I had a mystic’s powers
I wished as I saw in every drop, your face
That you were like a flower vase
Where I’d keep the wild flowers of my heart
Or that you were a work of gothic art
Stolen from Europe in the Middle Ages
Bought for the price of a hundred men’s wages
To adorn my home, eternally
Standing right next to my effigy

Do you feel it, just like me,
Can you feel it, can you see-
How the air ripples as my heart beats?
If I were Shakespeare or John Keats
I would say it better in verse
If I could lay upon my self a curse
My craving would be but for you
To roam the earth a wandering Jew
To see and smell and hear and touch
Be it a little or be it much…

Can you see it changing, becoming,
Do you feel it forming…?
Raindrops to showers
Rosebuds to flowers?

by Elnathan John

Comments (1)

the very thing that caught my attentention was the title of ur poem. Do you feel it, just like me, Can you feel it, can you see- How the air ripples as my heart beats? splendidly written my friend!