Crystal rain soaks a summer's day,
Blind sails forth to the precipice.
Blissful down, submerges the ground,
If you knew, would you choose this way?
Pinewood hill awaits New Year's Eve,
Fate beckons from over the ridge.
Loved you there, with your wind-blown hair,
Did you see you would take your leave?
Meeting your plane, mindful again,
Life holds no escape from that rain.
To you both. You know who you are!
I am very honored to report that this poem won first place in Joy 's lovely contest, once upon a time.