By Bryan Mitisek <bmitisek@mines.edu>
Date: 2 June 1999

The Farm Angel

When smiles of love are
seen be the windows of my heart, 
I since the begining of a long,
warm rain, deep, sent for above.

The drop, the drip, the slowness
of all the little things,
drench my thoughts, my soul,
so sweet on my lips, so missed.

seep it does, through all the cracks, 
the holes covered by fear,
the doors shut by pain,
washing away, bringing me clean again.

Knowing the clouds passed by,
still i stand, staying wet,
hopeing i don't dry,
knowing it will be back soon, i hope.