I rose out of a clear lake like the morning dew,

Like gentle clear mist up to the blue sky I flew.

I was a honeybee, returning to the hive,

Life was honey-sweet, I was glad to be alive.

I was a drop of rain, falling into the sea,

Became a roaring ocean till eternity.

Eternity passed, I became an angry cloud,

With every angry lightning growling very loud.

Than I had a dream in which someone were to die,

I cannot remember who… maybe it was I…

I thought I was a man, but I am just a gnome,

I lost my way in my dreams; I want to get home.

…I am a drop of water falling in a lake,

I will be pure, clear water when I shall awake…

© P. J. Oszmann (2003)

© Illustration in Photoshop (2004)