Love Drops
Love Drops
Love drops -
At the sound
Of his whisper,
For his impatience fails him;
But his breath -
Guides him,
To which the sun becomes his face.
At which the poor and dying say:
"Help me -
I can't droop,
I must not fail my leaves,
Which I lack.
My roots shrink.
"Leave me not to hang,
But to be vibrant,
In the light of your glistening sun."