Dripping

My beats adjust in rhythm to your heart
Calls of your name ring in mine
Music or memory, no difference I see
Words I make of magical hopes at the vision of joyfully clinging leaves
Or even puny pebbles together
An element of presence
Enough to elevate spirit
No more tethering questions
Nor answers relevant
Just a dive in
Pools of tears of love uncontained
That I stand dripping
Brimming up wells of many others.