Drop by drop
my life falls on the paper;
I craft these words from
this ink as if it were my blood,
and the words mark my existence
that one day will pass.
live with me in the moment
stay awhile in the warmth
drink of the cup of our friendship
before the wind, rising
fills your sails anew and you must go
I will cast these words to the wind as well
for they do not live
if they cannot sail away.
