Drops of dew that melt into the sea
are hard to see.
They float, they sink or evaporate,
Where is the tree that promised
these dewdrops a life?
He sank into the earth.
Disappearences, laughter, confusion,
creeping like a spider with ten thousand legs,
each leg penetrating your skin
with its pin-drop sadness.
Your soul is vapor.
It absorbs into your bloodstream
and is no longer perceivable.
Fragments of unwanted interruption,
they stir your deepest emotion,
making them undesirable.
Where is the ground?
It is in the air you breathe.