The Elements

The world becomes
A language forgetting itself
In drops of letters reaching
For the sun's fingertips.

The cat's purr
Drops like a tune
Without a melody.

Silence becomes
A handful of stars
Falling into darkness.

And we, too, become
Drowned in drops of time
Without a past or future.

But within these drops
The pain drips.
The love seeps through.
The beauty whispers.