Sparkling mist
Dew
Damp
On dry skin

Cracked lips
A lovers sore
A lovers dreams
Felt no more

On a petal
It sits
One little drop
Then it grows

And drops
And breaks
Little kisses
The petal
              aches

No more
Not here
Only dryness
And a memory

No softness
Nor fear
Only loneliness
This symphony

Drop after drop
From the sky
From within

Drops of rain
Drops with salt
Wet a broken lip
And still does not
Quench it's thirst

17th Feb 2006