As the rain falls outside 
Spilling on the ground in puddles and rivers 
Your hair falls around my shoulders 
Brown lines criss-cross my chest and hands 
As I brush it away 
Revealing the picture of peace 
On the face I have loved 
For so short a lifetime. 
As the night swells 
Growing to envelop all who seek purchase within 
All I can feel 
Is the new day 
Shining within our room. 

--Peter Johnson, 1998