Forgot
Soul of dew
Hurled.
Dried by midday.
‘Tis a sensible hour.
He is the one who is called
Forgot.
I am the one who is called
Soul of dew.
I am the one who is now
Hurled
Into an evanescent being,
Only to dry
Much too soon.
Forgot soul of dew, hurled.
Soul of dew
Hurled, Forgot was too late.