Beauty in the Fall

 

I stand to see the falling,
water beads outside
the window,

I recall the question,
held within his mind,

why your sleep be troubled?

Eyes reflect through
window streams
tired and weary
with far off gaze.

Mind wanders in puddles
muddied with earth
long kept dry

in desert heat.

Lips utter a whisper,
my sleep be not troubled,

(clouds hide the lie)

and I share a picture
within my vision,

there's beauty in the fall,
and in the broken.

© BAN