DROP

    Streaming earth and heaven's height
     Shape dim clouds myriad drop
     How many are there to one glass of self
     One cup?

    Heart's tears remember
     The fall from high grace,
     Time unfolding from misty height
     To earth's dark vales.

     Windblown drops on thirsting earth
     Chattering on roof of lake,
     Held in leafy larders,
     The old exposed
     In open place peer up,
     Forgettful of heaven home.

     Hot breath heavenwards rise
     while burnt out husk remain
     After long track through stream and sea
     Shining haze ascends again

    Seeing on my sweatpearl skin
     Holy moisture drop
     Precipitate.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                      Sinking Heart
                      __________________

                      Abandoned by you
                      For a little dance
                      In the stinging night
                      As life reels about me.

                    I endure alone
                      On rigid hurdle
                      Of age and knocks
                      With window-sill edge regret
                      Before my fall into time's oblivion
 
 

THE 'MORRIS' STUDIO :         Presenting a selection of work for sale by Eric W. Morris