Droplets

The air was stagnant,
with a pressure to cry

and the animals stood still as ivory stone.

Sadness finally poured from her heart-
Idols of a place revisited revealed.
The seemingly precious gems now ground up to fine dust-

Colorless and Overwhelming.



His feet gladly stood in the sand.
The feet of Love were there without motive or regard
Yet she cried out to others to view this mess as acceptable.

Drops big as bottle caps hit the windshield
For only a few seconds,

But long enough to leave not a trace of dirt.

(4/12/08)

Its been a month since I wrote this. And its still raining.

I'm still here.