Cloudburst

Memories of you, like opening a window to a view, Always so new, Hills, valleys slumbering in the mystique, Of the midday sun, Ancient wells, church bells, Sounds echoing across the lonely fells, With my endless tears of loss, Your words flow like the rivers of past times, Caressing, mystical chimes, Whispers rebounding, over the wind blown ocean, Desires floating on a garland of flowers, In turbulent motion, Sweet scent, grassy, earth like, Rising upwards, where birds fly, surmising, Lingering in the murmur, of my terrible heartache, You ended our relationship, with accusing words, On your lips, A cloudburst of endless reasons, Even in a sunny season!