mmm... Seems to me that my poems are growing more and more lame as I age, but here goes...

Escape...

I caught a dew drop
Escaping the night
Slipping down a rosebud
Unwatched in its plight

I caught a tear
Escaping her eye
Wetting her velvet cheek
Unaccompanied by even a sigh

I caught a rainbow
Escaping the skies
Tumbling down the heavens
Unnoticed by a million eyes

I caught a prayer
Escaping my own world
And hah! I knew what to expect
But He heard every word

Nada Quraishi