Those Lost Words of Love

In your eyes I can still see the shadow of passion 
that once stormed between us 
like the force of a rushing river never ceasing 
Our talks were exciting and our interests
were so similar, as if we were one person
Then the day came when words became silent
and tears told the world our painful tale 
At times I hope that you will find the beautiful
lines of the never ending love story once again
Even now, I remember the words you once spoke,
and I swear at times you want to speak them again
Those lost words that you still refuse to say to me
sit on tip of your tongue, yet you will not utter them
But I refuse to accept that those words of love for me are not still there 
Just speak them to me once more ❤




"God! Do You Cry Too"?

Today while trying to make sense of it all
When I look around and see so much evil
When what was created so perfectly 
has become so wrong, I wonder...
Does God cry?

When I read He made me in his likeness
and He tells me clearly through his word
that there is no other love greater than His
I think of how sensitive he has made my heart
and I can't help but ask... "God, do you cry too?"

And when I see a child who has been abused
And you have called them our greatest treasures
Do you take vengeance on such evil?
"God!  How do you cope, when you see their tears?
Tell me!   Do you cry too?"

I think He must.  Because the One who taught me
how to love; Who taught me about faith; Who commanded me to love one another must have a heart as sensitive as mine.. 
and I think, "God, I believe you cry and grieve just like me."

"Because no other could care as deeply as You do."

"You count every tear I cry.. But Lord, who counts yours?"



Longing for Spring

The clouds cried again today as a cold wind blew across a sunless sky of gray.
I watch an orange fall off my tree and I wait until the rain becomes a sprinkle to collect it.
I walked outside feeling the mist hit my face
to pick up the fruit that lay on the wet earth while admiring it's vibrant orange color.
As I peel the fruit which uncovers its perfume, I close my eyes and savor it's sweet nectar.  
I enjoy seeing the green grass in the garden covered with rain, which brightens it's color. 
Spring is waiting to burst out as Narcissus flowers now show off their yellow faces.
I long to see the the blue sky of Spring again; 
Waking up to the scent of jasmine that will soon bloom, and the  gentle morning song of the sparrow that lightens my mood.
Once more will I be able to hear the owls call to me while sitting on my porch in the dark, as the coyotes howl an eerie song in unison. 
I welcome again the warm breeze that lightly touches my skin as it blows gently through the sheer curtains covering my bedroom window. 
And I will fall asleep to the calming sound of the crickets and the croaking frogs as the stars twinkle behind a bright full moon on a beautiful Spring night. 





Kristy Raines was born  in Oakland, California, in the USA. 
She is a poet, writer, author and advocate.
She has five books getting ready to publish soon, one with a prominent poet from India which will launch hopefully soon called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Thins and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", and an anthology of poems in English,"The Passion Within Me" and her Autobiography called "My Very Anomalous Life"
Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.