Every Drop

every dropp is precious
in my mind the trickle lingers

darkness in suspension
nothing bluish
plain cool breeze on my cheek

i walk
the directions are useless now

that i have found the joy
in your bosom

every dropp counts to form this
sweet syrup all dripping from the

kindness of your being
darkness too lovely to sip

the hours pass and
we are watching with all

content we are all alone
and quiet

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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