Water runs.

Water runs, the possibilities are endless,

Whispering suggestions in your ear.

Lights that bounce and skim and scurry,

Swamp the boneless limbs that bind you near.

Sing the notes to bring the playful rainclouds.

Promise them you’ll free them by and by,

When they’ve made the river break its boundaries.

When they’ve joined the dewline to the sky.

Make a bed of all the leaves and let-downs.

Start again to show the soil you can.

Sleep until you have become the thunder.

Tell the world you know how it began.

Tell the world you know how it began.

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3 thoughts on “Water runs.

      • I will have to steel that line from you…I like how it can be tied into, from the earth we came, we screwed up…but you know what we can show the soil we can freaking start again…the line stuck a cord in me…and I guess thats what poetry is about right…

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