Trickle

Trickle little drop of rain

Dancing on my window pane,

      Trickle slowly down the glass
      Till at last the sill you pass,
Trickle down the wall below
Conceived of sky of indigo,
      Trickle down into the earth
      Quench its thirst and promise birth.


Trickle little word divine
Dancing ceaseless in my mind,
      Trickle slowly to my eyes
      Till you're all my sight belies,
Trickle down my fingertips
Conceived of a fair maiden's lips,
      Trickle down my dusty pen
      Quench its thirst and live again.