A FEW DROPS OF WATER

A few drops of water on the glassy face of a lake, casting ripples of satisfaction over its emotions and the leaves of the slender reed laugh with delight

A few drops of water on a thirsty mind and thoughts bloom into roses, spraying rain showers over the soul, scrambling across the wizened desert of despair

A few drops of water on their overflowing heart and love blossoms from the depths of a dead river bed, the pebbles chortling with laughter as they succumb to their drenched bodies

A few drops of water on their dreams and they are lost in a burning world of deep fires, flamed by the rains, soft and sibilant, a symphony where they alone hear the music

A few drops of water to live
A few drops of life to love
If love be life, wherefore life if love be dead
If life be dead, wherefore love to find itself