14 October 2012
The window is steamy with vapour From the night before I see one trailing down, slowly
Clear, Crystal, Pure
I draw some figures on this window But there is no room for more As the falling drops take up most of the space
Clear, Crystal, Pure
My mother sees the outlines "Don't be so immature!" The cool drops run down to cover them
Clear, Crystal, Pure
I'm looking out of the widow Although I am unsure How these little raindrops Can be so
Clear, Crystal, Pure
In my bedroom that night I look down at the floor Still I think about why those drops Can be
Clear, Crystal, Pure
Then the thought arrives On what they could be for Me and the world to enjoy the beads
Of Clear, Crystal, Pure
Clear, Crystal, Pure • Opuss № I