DROPS

A cradle of darkness
It holds me
And sings me a lullaby
I hide in its skirts
Of motherly love
And I cry
Sobs rock my body
And tears wash my soul
Till I weep myself dry
And then, I cry some more
There's a comfort
In the wetness
The soft moist lap
Soothes me to sleep
Dreams of crimson lakes
With parched shores
Holding my little island
Where I quietly weep

MS