Droplets of time fall like rain,
Puddles of water form – swirling,
Gushing and hurling,
Wasted time feign not, but drain.
Where has it gone? – Lost,
When will this moment come again? –
Love is a droplet, it may never come again,
It freely falls, but at what cost?
Turgid are the waters,
Rising up to kiss the sky,
Where two lovers see eye to eye,
Reflecting each passionate waters.
Droplets of love raining
Down from above, must
Quench both lover’s gust,
Sustaining – or be lost draining.
© James Booker July 15, 2015