A Drop Of Rain It Is. Quickly. Poem by RIC BASTASA

beauty and grace
shape taking the form
that escapes the fences of
your mind

the heard understands
why rules are asphyxiating
there is no rule in what
beauty is
there is simply no standards
for grace

beauty sleeps and wakes up
in another form in another time
grace flies like butterflies
but their wings are not
that gossamer anymore


gone were the times of
dragonflies or kites
the slippery fins find themselves
in the wings of birds

oh, how time surprises us
how seasons come and show us
what ought not to be

do not predict the flow of
any poet's poetry
what used to be the lyrics of
some have become the
lemons of the other

just feel, oh, just feel,
listen to the rhythm of your soul
transcending time
jumping out from the windows of
prisons

a drop of rain it is.
quickly.