three drops of water
here, this dim dewy morning
yet another day
how does one measure
a long lonely day
in metres or feet
what of illusions
of togetherness now gone
that morning
three drops of water
not dew not tears not rain
yet another day
(memories
cathartic shocks
from a TV show)
white clouds pass
and evening comes and goes
yet nothing changes
unless this morning
is a new beginning
yet another day
in this splendid sunshine
the birds sing
© Gsk ‘16
I believe I’ve used Ludovico Einaudi’s music in the past … at least once – he was already in my tags but I’d like to thank Cheryl-Lynn Roberts for reminding me of this author this morning from her Facebook page.