On the Tip of a Raindrop
Lonely dreams...
Childish whispers...
Tiptoed toed steps...
From the stones of miracles.
To arch and curve in heavenly grace,
for a reflection... unlike any other of these days.
To dance... and lift a cloud of gloom,
once cast on a sunless evening.
Curve and leap... and bring down the stars
and join them...in their heavenly dance;
nestled...under the wing of peace.
And yet...it is a dream
dreamt alone.
But as hopeful as the stars.
Never... in a thousand years...
will it be true?
The solitary dream... to dance
on the tip of a raindrop
11/23/2018
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