Slowly through the cracks
Drop by drop
Over the marble, tapped
Straight down from the top
Unaware of where it heads
Flow slow, learn more about the stone
Oh this one was destined for the beds
Who hadn’t known?
These rocks fostered none
Let none in, did no harm
Yet for the stream, a path he made
Led, her hands in his palm
“till the end”, he swore
Another lie she chose
For, another year he bore
Just another pose
And then the stream met the ocean
And promised she’d be back
But amidst all she desired
One was meant to leave another crack
Are we wrong, or are we right? 