Raindrop

For is that crystals upon the glass I see Why do they fall so magically? What's the reason they have come to be? To be swallowed up in my sight So enticingly? Could they be just imaginary? Why do they linger only for show? Is there more to there short existence That we do not know? Were they sent to support life unseen? Or are they trickling, descending, dripping To wash these stains Fogging up my view? Or do they harbor a stronger will? Or is it mere echo's of illusion? Made so By my apparent disappearance Of strict adherence To my mind you sent all these While I see you Wither with the breeze Splitting here Splitting there Every part of you sailing through This toxic air But you are no longer Here nor are you there Your presence passed by unaware But you lay secretly everywhere. Written By Sarah Linklater