water

heavy are the skies.
gray with oppressive sad thoughts.
waiting to shed tears.

time as trickling sand.
sand not worth a hill of beans.
but days are costly.

what do babies dream?
distant drums of lost love songs
or salty wet seas?

the brown grass is wet.
the dead soil will not drink.
the rain is futile.

on a gray wet day
the sky is thick with wet tears.
the world is drowning.

in an empty thought
lie seeds of a universe.
or a dark pond scum.