Watersigns

May 27, 2010 23:36

Roaring, flooding.

Pouring, dripping.

Flowing.

I am Water….finally still.

You speak at last.

Did I not hear you through the storms?

Did you wait for the rain to stop?

Did a kind wind lift the mist?

Did the water wash away the hurt?

I am water…ever flowing.

Seeping through the cracks in me.

Trickling away like brooks in spring.

Drink it.

Quench your thirst.

Then recognize me.
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