Raindrop Dreams

While staring at its languid path I'm swept to clouds where life began and then to seas and river runs to ponds abreast of painful tears. Skies that cry when gray moods swell sweat the labor life absorbs and drips upon the tongue of God. Like in dreams, I stray awake forgetting thoughts where last they came, then watched again the lonely path that meets and melds, then runs again until, at last, its visage gone...