Drip

Drip for me...
Be the morning dew
Upon my parched tongue,
That first cool trace
Of a Spring dawn...
Drip for me,
Like a sanguine libation
From the sacred chalice,
Pouring onto my kingdom,
Restoring its verdure and azure,
Allowing your crimson trickle
To soak my earth
Until the roses
Grow sweet and thorny
As once they blossomed
Before the fires
Blackened my greens,
Consumed my wellspring,
And turned my heart
To aching fertile desolation....
Drip for me...
Cascade through soil
And through rock,
Piercing each crevice,
Exploring each channel,
So that our Paths
Can meet
And our two pools
May finally drift ripple flow
As one....