A thousand drops of madness
like rain fall from the sky
A thousand seeds beneath them
sprout forth, and by and by
The sprouts beneath the rainfall
look more and more like you
'til the rain I know is timeless
and the picture just us two
The painted brush of Rembrandt
in death cemented be
Still he captures in this portrait
a picture of us three
A thousand drops of madness
A soil of willing faith
And you and me, close as can be
Our quest that of a Wraith