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.