December In the Rain

I remember the angel's face in the street light.  Our age in pallor shone through the droplets and shadows that bled beneath the  rain. How coldly it had come to paint away in gray the cobbled sea of Union Avenue. My steps slowed and faltered as if hers, forever gone, echoed from my side; as if all reason was silenced. And there I stood a monster of  the darkness that lives and precludes the beauty of rain. I forgave the light its amber, the night its light, as it had no other means to mourn but the world for me was over and the stars ‘neath December no heaven shall repair.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I believe gray is the lonely untrusting middle of black and white. How appropriate that it falls into the sea of the Avenue and is not waiting on the corner shore.Forgiveness is best in the miracle of December's mourning.

[Perdition]

It's sounds as though you too may have also crossed paths with that monster that once glimpsed the world never, by color is never quite the same. Thanks Queenie! Once again a beautifully poetic review~

[Kelly Scheppers]

I found this illuminating, and quite beautiful.

[Perdition]

"Illuminating" ...Oh the pun of poet's pen in the open white wilderness. Well said and thank you so much for the kind review~