Rain

Through the shades of grey and white
watches a shadowed dimension so plush
that stirs the leaves of poetic solace
and whispers a verse to the robes of dust
Stigmata still stains her cheeks
atop the parapets where lonely she sits
naked,she sways to the feather's fall
in an overthrow of the soft woven light
Small prisms, like a parting gift
sniff orchids that opened after dusk
feed on her wide spread grin and wait
for it's the fall of the uncaged