outside
rain trickles down
liquid vapors gently fall
in contrast of the street light
as the puddles bend
to cradle each descending drop
the complexities of such 
a simple form 
can never be touched
by human hands
only sifted through by the mind
i ponder this 
as i envison your eyes
the depth of your soul
pulls me under a little further
each time a phrase
it released across your lips
i often fear drowning 
in your words.