Clear Water

Drip
Drip
Drop
Clear water.
Each drop falls and cleans,
and wonders if
instead of water
they are tears.
Tears of clear water
that runs foward
and washes trough me,
cleanses over me.
Soaks me with the truth.
The truth of your love.
The truth of my love.
The truth that I couldn't
handle neither guard
under the oath of trust
and faith and dependence
on God and His wisdom.
But I forgot about Him,
trying to get to the core
of my passions.
They blocked the flow of the pond.
The river got dirty
in my own thoughts.
Drip
Drop
Drip.
But now it's late.
She is gone.
But the water's clear.
Drop
Drip
Drop
The water is clear.