Tuesday, September 1, 2009

drop by drop

Trickle down now, through that moist brown tile
dance gently on the glass, placed so well
the sound u create, gives me a chill, gives me a fizz
i seem to forget, the ground on which i dwell

Put forth your tiny leg, step by step, step by step
let me help you, here, hold me, just take my hand
place it warmly, quietly, and place it just there
look how empty, dry and barren has become, my land

Oh how painfull, the wait, the wait, oh this wait i crib
carry on, its your time, not mine, i will stand
how much can u punish, how much can u laugh
im tired of waiting though, tired till my last strand

A hundred seas go quiet at your silent journey
from where, you dribble, scribble, dally and fall
what do those mortals know, what did they see, i yell
its me who melted waiting, its me who saw it after all