minute dewdrops clung
onto the tall grass blades
earlier this morning

i am night-locked
this sudden darkness makes me wonder
if the sun is blocked
or is it some sort of punishment
whatever it is
i don't mind
some people forget
the sun blinds
i prefer
the cool night
and to hang out
with the fireflies
mountains whisper
to me a secret bliss
and my cheeks
the moonlight likes to kiss
dewdrops
and dusky roses
night-lock
is awfully lovely
when you have
firefly friends
and flowers
in your hair
and perfume
on the wind.

Dewdrops on the grass
Shudder in the new sun
as they disappear

Moist in there giving,
            but woeful are the
dewdrops that evaporate
                      clinging to verses.


Momentary metaphors dispersing
          before others acknowledgment
of there potential.
                    
But still clinging to dawns  perception.
                Reading  between every analogy,
That all that dehydrates can sew new seeds.

Dewdrop diamonds glisten,
                  beauty in a morning,
but allure dissolves,
                                after time.

All that is left is evaporated
      memories,
                 of the morning
                                 of our life.