drops of rain-lace

Grasp some well-deserved, gentle headspace,

as you embrace drops of rain-lace.

For broad is the craggy road of grace,

steady steps, slightly sinking, set the pace.

Sheltered and surrounded by unabashed umbrella,

shoelaces tied tight, so as not to be another Cinderella.

Singing softly, with whistling wind, acapella,

nature's wings shuffle-ruffle, whispering your name: "Bella."

Romanticized ruminations, reigning in mind's credulous crown,

thus flowing facial grimaces, or the occasional smile or frown.

Imaginations, rein them in, like wild horses who refuse to backdown,

around the bend, time will stand still, staring at heart's shantytown.