I heard a dew drop
opening its white wings ;
each crack parted
a turning wave
a frost bubbling over.
Within its eyes
the world was moving
in a daze.
About to explode
holding out to the sky
it coughed out life
a moist lick
on a coarse dry leaf.
© Malintha Perera
Black dew into the black night
Sadness to my dreams is crawlin'
After the last secret
falls out of me
I laugh at this night
coming out of what was she
And after we wake up the other day
the sun's gonna caress thee
I can write no more
Like morning dew set like a duvet over the frail grass
mist laying thick but yet frail and thin like glass
stars still glooming on Gaea's black arch far above
pines resting deep until dawn calm thereof
the silence only broken by a mourning dove
not breaking, being of the serenity one of
only at times as these I can feel at bay
my own doubts can not even make me sway
for once I feel whole...
Sunlight gathered raindrop,
Still glowing in its hue.
The morning proceeded past the dawn,
There's not much more I can do.
The sunlight rising higher,
More drops now settled by.
A rainbow appears brighter,
In the morning sky.
I see no reason to be sad,
For the daylight that comes through.
Shines on me even though I'm sad,
But doesn't leave me blue.
I'm still drunk upon this maddening stage,
Where life chews me out and spits me through.
But I must quit this craze,
For the sunlight gathered dew.