Rain slip dripped
down the pane,
rivered as it streamed
I saw Your face
reflected in a droplet
Many droplets
all mirrors of You.
Then You shone
and dried your own tears.
Comforting Yourself
in your own warm embrace.
Later Your eyes
will be full of twinkles
Like the friendly, Wise Old Woman.
And You will slide
me down a slivering ribbon
of moonbeam,
afloat on the pond
for me to feast my eyes upon. |