Short Tile Poems

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