Chasing cold water

   Chasing cold water. Ripples and
wrinkled fingers follow. Careless in the
aftermath. Cautious of the bitterness that
tries to soak deep within.

   Smile. Laugh. Play our merry
heart's content. Hope big and pray loud.

   Gentle is the warm spring breeze.
Carefully spraying strands of hair in
all directions.

   Simple words. Long emotions. Silent
eyes. Quivering fingers.

   Noises seem to fade as nature
absorbs. Wonders and beauty sprout out.

   Ambitious we are to upscale and overtake.
Why not be content with what is given?
    No need to make my name known. I know
who I am. Ordinary person with dreams and
good memories.

    Locked away, hidden deep is my past.
A scar patched over by years of mortar. I hope
none save one ever cracks the anguish.