The Drizzle

It seeps through the edges,
it drips along the banks.
it trickles for a cause,
repressed and gone.

it waits for its turn,
graved, bygone.
unheard, unfathomed,
stays there for long.

your rainbow tears,
your romance wears.
they say, all your believes,
are junkyard thongs.

it dribbles, it creeps.
the tumbler into the well,
sapless, as it is,
dead, forsaken, as you raise the tong.

the drizzle of life,
the nectar of animation.
is a part of the game,
be it right or wrong.

let it flow,
and wet your cheeks.
for then would you leviate, to self-cognizance, 
and every trill from the roof-top, would be a song.