Dew Drops For Lily

Gently fall tiny
dew drops and
quench thy thirst

Spilling into
thine petals until
fully immersed

Glistening treasure
springs from above
thine own head

For the valley
below ‘tis
your final bed

This satiny cup
awaits your
solitary drop

Thy’ll move not
a bit whilst on
velvet ‘tis atop

Parched thirst awaits, 
wings sheer shimmer
dies dry

No dew drops to
moisten, thy soul
shan’t ne’er fly

  Christine E. Wessels
      05/23/2007