Glimpsing Diamonds

Rain paints a never ending scene,
ever-changing, running down my windowpane
against the darkened canvass
of the night.

Distorted images
dance a dance primeval in their motions
as they twist and intertwine
along a hapless path.

Orchestral incantations
beaten on the wind, casting shadows on the walls, 
echo through cracked silence
in the empty room.

And yet the brief reflections 
left by lightning, almost sparkle on the glass
like diamonds in the turmoil
of my life.


january 2005
ŠJanet Reid