The rustle of fine calico
The scent of spices...

As the droplet trickled,
Slowly, yet steadily...

What is it you seek,
You really, really seek...

Ranting and raving,
Sweet music lilting...

Why do I feel like giggling,
At seeing a person slip...

Memories like the flash of daffodils,
Stream into my mind...

Perhaps there is life in the sun
And the moon is a planet...