Drip - Drops

There's...drip-drops,
Reaching to my ears.
Water dripping in the sink,
In sounds that I can hear.

Tears are falling,
Mournful as they go.
Seeking for a gentle-touch,
Unceasingly...they flow.

Hurt from inward sources,
Moving to the edge.
Dribbling down the precipice,
Standing on the ledge.

Always there is sobbing,
Always there is pain.
Never does the silt move on,
To show where fault has lain.

Ever are there drips-a-dropping,
Soothing aches that sometimes dries.
Speaking now with words of feeling,
Easing up the heart that cries.

E.P. 1908 - 1989