I stayed still and saw
Myself in that gathered drops.
The depth, the stones, the trench
Were all clear,
So were the sky, the clouds, the branches.
The tranquility of the moment
Was dear and clear.
But then came the rain.
The drops disturbed my peace.
"Which drop? " they asked.
No accusations shall revert.
Once it was all clear,
But now the depth is scary,
The sky falls down on me.
I could no longer see myself.
I stayed still and now
I am all wet and weary.
I could sense a frozen heart
"But it's just a breeze", they said.
Wet and weary and weak,
Even the breeze stormed at me.
Now drops are scarce
And the rain is ready to depart.
"What's wrong? The rain's gone."
They didn't know;
The branches still shed drops,
The depth's disturbed by dirt,
The tranquillity is destroyed.
I stayed still and waited
For time may heal
And bring back my peace.
It's been a really long wait.
Time has settled everything down.
Yet it's still unclear.
The ripplings have gone
Sun has taken the last hanging drop.
"It's in your eyes", they said.
I am tired and teary.
Now the tears disturb my peace.
I couldn't stay still anymore.
I cried out my tears,
Not wholly for I had lost
The strength to go ahead.
Once it was all clear,
Not anymore now.
Let me dust it off and heal myself.
Once I will be clear again.
