Dew forms and pulls in dark from dusk to dawn.
No clouds in sight; kept in isolation.
To Pray with weary in an evenings calm.
Heaven is sealed, in a conned sensation.
O… if Herse showers upon the herbs,
A shallow flood might mist the morning fell.
Then you, may fall from the skies above Earth
Into streams and rivers rushing fordel.
And swell fierce, yet not wild direction.
An estuary to a moor of calm,
But love, is this the purest abstraction?
It is so… Unrequited book of Psalms.
But if The Truth could find her way to me,
Then remember. That droplets form to seas.