Am called as water
To my readers you must understand the depth of me, including my upbringing to understand a mingle of who,what I write about.
Curves. Waves deep inside me. Lost once. Created a wall of solid ice. Just so no one could affect me.
Creative in my ways I have become a helpful guide. Long ago I had established a name.
Distance has created tiny creases in my face yet I still stand tall. Not alone just one standing on the guidelines. Careful I take my turn and look up for the world to see.
See the raving red masses. The pale slate stones. I see. I hear. I feel.
Longing for the right current to send me my way. I have been here long. many have I have seen caressed the wind. I await my turn to have a glimpse of their memories. To send a motion to those who follow me. Those who I have done good by.
Chanting. Sweet and harmony. I set out for the world. High. Low. Distance seems to be welcoming. Long and trying I say my words. Then comfort embraces my being. Release my pressure. Send chills away.
Long ago I cried into a mountain. Decades I screamed to the sky. Anger pitted me against all that of nature. I spit on the good fortunes of those who knew me well. All in selfish ways. Caring only for the riches of what they owed me.
Who was I to judge. How was I to explain what I had become. No longer a being. Just a cold empty loss. years. days. I ripped into everything. scorned all those who wished to help. Scarring my soul with hatred.
I was lost. Searching for who I should have been. Gone astray from what I knew I was. Not proud to say I was such. Yet here I stand with great wisdom and still in new learning ways. I will always look. Finding a soul with meaning.
Deserted not by those who loved but by what I had created. I wanted to again begin my path. Become of the nature. Seek all knowledge into my skin. Wonder free for months till time deemed me a person.
Did not question the path. Rough and tiresome I did not shout. I lead the healing end my tragic past. Shaken anew. Bright and dusty I became who my memories fade in knowing.
My time is yet to come. My eyes still see the power in the sun. Her moon gathers the warmth in the night. Comforting me till my mind sends sprinkles of memories. Lay my body down I shall. Say you.
Here the earth gathers me to her breast and calls me home.
Curves. Waves deep inside me. Lost once. Created a wall of solid ice. Just so no one could affect me.
Creative in my ways I have become a helpful guide. Long ago I had established a name.
Distance has created tiny creases in my face yet I still stand tall. Not alone just one standing on the guidelines. Careful I take my turn and look up for the world to see.
See the raving red masses. The pale slate stones. I see. I hear. I feel.
Longing for the right current to send me my way. I have been here long. many have I have seen caressed the wind. I await my turn to have a glimpse of their memories. To send a motion to those who follow me. Those who I have done good by.
Chanting. Sweet and harmony. I set out for the world. High. Low. Distance seems to be welcoming. Long and trying I say my words. Then comfort embraces my being. Release my pressure. Send chills away.
Long ago I cried into a mountain. Decades I screamed to the sky. Anger pitted me against all that of nature. I spit on the good fortunes of those who knew me well. All in selfish ways. Caring only for the riches of what they owed me.
Who was I to judge. How was I to explain what I had become. No longer a being. Just a cold empty loss. years. days. I ripped into everything. scorned all those who wished to help. Scarring my soul with hatred.
I was lost. Searching for who I should have been. Gone astray from what I knew I was. Not proud to say I was such. Yet here I stand with great wisdom and still in new learning ways. I will always look. Finding a soul with meaning.
Deserted not by those who loved but by what I had created. I wanted to again begin my path. Become of the nature. Seek all knowledge into my skin. Wonder free for months till time deemed me a person.
Did not question the path. Rough and tiresome I did not shout. I lead the healing end my tragic past. Shaken anew. Bright and dusty I became who my memories fade in knowing.
My time is yet to come. My eyes still see the power in the sun. Her moon gathers the warmth in the night. Comforting me till my mind sends sprinkles of memories. Lay my body down I shall. Say you.
Here the earth gathers me to her breast and calls me home.
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