Beads twinkle and shimmer
As they splatter on the floor
Lips quiver
Eyes dim

Like dew on flowers
The clear essence drips down
Silently meandering down the
Hills of the face
Eyelashes curl, wet by hope
Wet by pain
Wet by stroke

Limbs flail loosely
Touching nothing but
Mother Nature’s breathe

They stand nearby
Holding –no- clinging to another
Yet as petals one day wither
 And fall
So do they disperse
Leaving only loved ones
To watch the awake man snore