One morning I opened my eyes and blinked them clear <br />From that very moment I felt your presence near. <br /> <br />I opened the door and went out in my garden <br />The soaked grass was as silky as words flowing out of a pen. <br /> <br />I gingerly touched my only cherry tree <br />And a dewdrop, like a blessing, fell on me. <br /> <br />As soothing as a hug and reviving as a kiss <br />As beautiful as early morning mist. <br /> <br />Like a newborn it was pure and innocent <br />In its one nights lifetime it had nothing to repent. <br /> <br />I was afraid to love it, cherish it <br />Afraid that in doing so, I might unknowingly hurt it. <br /> <br />In a few minutes my dewdropp was about to cease to exist, <br />As the sun would be up to let life set on its routine drift. <br /> <br />I could never let my dewdropp leave me and end as nothing <br />Even if nothing for all, for me it would be a little something. <br /> <br />The one way to keep it with me forever, <br />Was to make it my blood and forget it never. <br /> <br />I hold up a silver knife and make a little slit on my wrist, <br />Stopped the bleeding and deepened it <br /> <br />I pushed it slowly into my blood stream, <br />My heartbeat raced as fast as a light beam. <br /> <br />Soon my love, my dewdropp reached my heart <br />From there it spread into each and every part. <br /> <br />From my heart it also journeyed into my soul, <br />I had been sorely incomplete and it filled my hidden gaping hole. <br /> <br />The hollow days have passed <br />Sleepless nights now are a thing of the past. <br /> <br />Now my love, my dewdropp will forever be with me, <br />Our souls are now intertwined and it is now my identity.<br /><br />Isabella Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dewdropp-on-my-palm/
