RAINDROPS and UNIVERSES

And the rains came — dots upon my window pane.

Therein each — a scriggly thing — that told the story of a king.

Each dot a different face — of light. Each and every one — a knight -

reflecting what the king has told — of ancient conquests for gold.

Each and every one — a way — have gold — become king one day.

There’s one! — Rolled down my pane. The struggle too much — he too vain.

But there’s another — big and bright — reflects all things — with all his might.

A universe written on his face; I see trees and much green lace;

And such a wide expansive sky. Opened wide — His eye.

I smile at this new King. He knows the wisest thing;

infant God — He’s just begun; now He grows an infant Sun.

Universe — upon His face? Ah no! He lies in “Her” embrace.

There supporting All of He — a darkened mass — of She:

without which — He cannot be. Her shadow contains — “Potentiality”.