DROPS of PAIN
Where are the tears of yesterday’s joy,
and laughter of life memories’ pain?
A man’s pride can endure quick release
in cathartic most public display,
but only in disguising poetry
can I now merge teared soul-seeds
with drops of rain in life’s rebirth.
my friends --
daughters of friendship’s kiss;
but a tree rooted in Mother Earth
and aspiring to spirit’s reach,
within and beyond
reach out through the loom
and pass the shuttle to me.