Water Cycle

A chalice full of teardrops
a basin full of fears
a rain that never stops-
all ends but the tears.
Water gone up and away
from this fragile life of mine
perhaps all that's left of a day
to end on the water line.
A cycle unending
unlike this life.
Energies spending,
renewing without strife
without fear or pain
going through it all -
evaporate, condense, rain,
fly, gather, fall.