Unfulfilled

As the dew drops fell

The pitcher felt its heart swell,

Of an accomplishment doubtful but firm,

Would it ever fill to the brim?

The morning rays of the sun

Sailing through the trees,

Would the forest turn

Magical - awakening the birds and the bees!

The pitcher was empty,

Even before anyone knew!

Thirsty it was, and thirsty it would be

If it had to just await for the dew! 

The few drops that came

Disappeared without a name!

All that was left was an unfulfilled desire

To quench the raging fire! 

Alas, there's none to fulfill it.

If there were but dark clouds in the sky

Filled with rain and grit

To save those whom fate let to die!

Some old traveler, passing through the woods

Burdened by the weight of his load,

Tired of his swinging moods,

Left the pitcher be home to an old toad! 

If I were but a dark cloud floating high:

I would seek you, halt and drop down 

Adorn your head like a silver crown,

Wet you all over; you wouldn't ever be dry!

Have you not felt the depth of life

We spent in each other's company?

Did you not see

How joy emerged from grief?

What happened to the vows?

Were it but food for the crows?

Did it get ruffled by the human Ego, 

That I clung on and you let go!

The pitcher though now unfulfilled

Will someday find a river-

And get quenched over and over,

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