Before the Rains Come

" Our aspirations are our possibilities."

 -- Robert Browning


I long to go

to other destinations

where everyone

can take off to the moon

and pocket a star.


Maybe I must stay

here with my heart;

but hopes will always

have wings


I am like a willow;

watch me bend with the wind.

From my highest boughs

I can still see the footprints

that lead to me;

each day I ask the sun to shine

before the rains come. 

  © Christine Magee

A Poet's Call

You are viewing the text version of this site.

To view the full version please install the Adobe Flash Player and ensure your web browser has JavaScript enabled.

Need help? check the requirements page.

Get Flash Player