Waters Rest
From whence thy came
thou shall go
hense to stop
o'er to flow.
To ever rest upon thine hills
and waste thyself with angst and pills
two coins to rest about ones eyes
and cup thine heart with butterflies.
Dream on into the keeper's boat
where waters fold and thee do float
getting to where thou must brave
and rest at peace in waters grave.
5/21/14- Jessica Thompson
Copyright © Jt Nyx | Year Posted 2014
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