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There is only down for me Compelled, impelled, propelled to fall Gaining mass and purpose, stealing moisture from the sky Through cloud and shroud and shadow Joined with others of my kind 'Til I can't tell where they end and I begin And - oh - this is not flying This one-way trip to down below No wings, no strings, no detours, and I fall I'm trying to remember just what She said As She shed me from her eyes A purpose - I was made to cool a raging fire I fear that I'm not able to do all that she asks I am so small, so very small A single drop of water But fear won't stop me from my purpose Can't stop me from my task There is only down for me I grow heavy with the gravity And down Rushes to greet me Only a moment to take in Bruised pines, braised branches Flames licking at the dried grass 'round a lake Ah - if that mighty lake cannot quell this blaze ... And I fear again - but She said I have a purpose, and so I remain true Not that I have a choice There is only down for me And I take my measure, and I am not alone A single blade of green grass Calls me home As the tiniest spark leaps and I catch him mid-air And we are both almost gone Enough of myself still falling To bathe that single blade against the next spark and the next And down is here I've run my course, hit my mark, served some purpose And I am no more And yet, my essence gathers Inhaled by some nameless goddess And I am compelled, impelled, propelled again downward Snowflake Hail Fog Mist Raindrop Tear And there is only down for me Only down And Her purpose. G. Estevez (c) 6/2007 |