The many coloured mirror

One drop

that eluded his touch;

A kaleidoscope

that changed with his mind;

A tune

that hummed without him.

Are you the ethereal beauty that torments my mind? Or the nagging truth that glares into my eye? Where is your home? And where do you go?

Down the ages is where I live. Do you not see my sack, full of leaves that once were? I gather your moments, your smiles, your tears. Touch me once and I will move on.

Come closer, let me take your hands in mine. Are these the windows to the world of yonder? Rainbow-tinted glass and shimmering showers? But wait, why do I see myself… there that drop, falling softly over your translucent cheek, It is me rolling down.

I hold the drop, the hue and the leaf. I was, I am and I will be. Do you still not know who I am?

One drop

that eluded his touch;

A kaleidoscope

that changed with his mind;

A tune

that hummed without him.