Drops On the Tile
sometimes, good things pass
spilling like wine from a glass
you hurry to contain it too fast
and you miss the drops on the tile
although, I take it slow
looking for secrets of you I don't know
the extinguishing inner glow
disguised by moonlight
reflecting on what I see
and all you've given to me
doubt now plants a seed
in a vision that was perceived
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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