Water's Design

Too soft to describe with words Letters have sharp edges And speech can’t define If peace were a river I would be a leaf Falling in my deadness The freshness of green gone Helpless as I am Swirling in the wind Destined for the dirt But the water draws me close Flowing with alien weight The scent of hope and solitude Kisses my thirstiness My eyes overflow with the current My soul pours into the river And I become whole Content in surrender Drifting without knowledge Led with no resistance Slave to the water’s design