Drops against my window
On a Wednesday Afternoon
All came in a neat row
Neither slow nor soon
As I lay dreaming
My limbs drank in their soothing sound
Carrying a meaning
Of times and spaces more profound
For all is water
All was always so
Since Eve’s first daughter
Watched its ebb and flow
There is motion
There is meaning
In the ocean
Of my dreaming
As the patter on the window
Does with every moment grow
Like the trees that lined the garden
Long ago
There is only memory and pardon
In the winter drizzle
I now know
