Rain droplets along a fishing line,
held by duty and bound by convention,
Gray pearls - Life as I once accepted it.

Colors of dream drawn from
a tapestry - you wove for some angel above,
Brilliant crystals - Life as I wish it were.

A few words - a tender tug,
the droplets splatter upon the ground,
Barren string - Life as I now face it.

March 31, 2004.