Drip, Drip, Dripping

Out on the edge

Of the red red rose,

Colors fade

And the air grows

Thin.

Beyond the beat,

The larger picture

Lies waiting

For those who Have the stomach

To embrace it.

Mind-dumbing,

Body-numbing,

Emotional slumbering.

The beauty

Of two minds melding,

Two hearts beating,

One feeling growing,

Two minds knowing

That time is a drop

Of water

Drip

Drip

Dripping

With endless patience.

(and in the absence of material

fill the emptiness with the

Ethereal).

But the flowers

Wait for no man

To smell them,

Before an early

Frost takes the fragrance

Away.

© Ray Cattie