Monthly Archives: July 2015


the bright early sun

eyes blinded by nightly dreams

I still see your face. 

 © 2015 Stephen Boothe



I can smell the warmth

of the beauty all around. 

This world is my dream. 

 © 2015 Stephen Boothe

When It Rains

They say when it rains that God is crying
or the devil is whipping his wife.
I say it’s neither or maybe it’s both
or maybe it’s a sign of life.

And if I die before I wake
and never catch my breath,
who would cry a tear for me?
Who would mourn my death?

I think that love would cry
to lose another soul.
For tears are just the beginning;
it’s love that makes us whole.

© 2015 Stephen Boothe

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