RAINDROP

Upon the rim of a golden beam,

I sailed into the embrace

of the fleeced blue,

into the tranquil abode I knew

from visions and dreams

of crystal clear waters that sing

amid rainbows within.

Each memory bursts anew into

varicoloured flames,

as the Sun smiles upon

the audacious grey

that awhile commands his realm,

upon a celestial emissary

who showers a poem of cascade,

wind and radiance upon Earth.

Rain spells the land's destiny;

her streams carve Nature's green;

spate and drouth trace

death's contours upon her visage,

with ragged green bestrewn

or bleached and barren beneath

contented sighs of pellucid skies,

their sacred duties discharged.

In the heart of a moonlit pool, I bide

this Summertide night,

as in the garden of your soul that

hailed my journey,

at Dawn to serve the Great Circle.

I, as you, would merge with

Oceans upon Earth and beyond,

for I, a mere raindrop,

thirst for the Light.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: TRANQUILITY

Source: www.grimshaworigin.org

Artist: John Atkinson Grimshaw