A Drop of Dew

In my thought

I can have whoever I want

we can talk

whenever I want and as much as I want

in my thought

I can have

even a world of my own

where I can take refuge

I am only thanking

with my loneliness

better here

with the loneliness of others

not even a drop of dew

neither can the ray of light penetrate

inside to those who have a blind soul

drop of water

it falls like an enigma from the eye of heaven

it goes through the roots of the earth

to the corner of a leaf

there it turns into a drop of dew

he is not alone

between him and that leaf

there is so much wisdom

which we will never understand