Water Currents
I watch the clouds slowly drifting,
The stars far behind,
I feel myself wishing,
As the wind rustles the pine.
A true love awaits,
But where to be found,
Heartache castrates,
A love so profound.
Dubious remorse dwells,
In a broken heart of thunder,
Lightening augments,
Morbid thoughts of wonder.
Where is the love,
Profoundly empty heart,
Languor in solitude,
As limpid water currents part.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
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