Frank Prem

the water

I am the water
of this stream

 

small river

 

I hold no colour
but my stone

 

my gravel

 

the creeping moss

 

gaze through me
to the sand
paddle me
in my shallows

 

follow
the sun-shaft
down
through the depth
of my excavations
until the light
turns
into patient waiting

 

I am the water
of your life

 

paddle through me
in your shallows

 

gaze
into the depths
that are your own

 

lose yourself
in me

 

in you

 

I am
the water

 

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