At times the torrents fall
Rapids of joyous white water
Pour
Through the chasms
Breaking in exhilarating
Air filled white froth
Across the rocks of me
Emote smote to drought
And the season changes
The water dries
And the life withers
Poor
Is the relation that fills this place
Empty echoes
A memory once in now empty soul
Go fill yourself with cool clear waters
Bring to me should you choose
The vessel with life giving drink
To share again that which drains
Across and through me
My soul
At once empty and full
Lost then found
Change and changed again
1 comment:
Very evocative. So many images, all appropriate and wonderful. I like this.
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