Water Shed
My time
drips away
in little frets
of cares
streaming
hard passes
of rocks
Finally a mighty cataract
time erodes everything
the
river bends
no more
its flow
through
silent leas
I am old
I cannot change my course again
My heart wants to rage like a river
Till my banks are broken
And love gushes out
Like water bringing
Life to frightened
Plains and farms
Flowing forcefully
Into the tender
Arms of a sensuous sea
Where there are no barriers to passion and my eternity
I have dug at for years, the mountain left behind
And could not blame the salt of tears, I am blind
Still, this rage
Is all that rattles still the cage
Of sand through which I wove my passage.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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