Watery Waters

Watery Waters

 Under a heavy rain,

Her words overwhelmed my brain. 

All seemed wise 

When drowned in her eyes.

 Even far away,

She colored my day. 

The clock struck midnight 

As we crossed through the dark night. 

The moment became watery— 

A fire in the Eden tree.

 Her presence tainted my soul, like a disease; it killed me. 

Its absence ate me inside, like a borer in an oak tree. 

I’m afraid, scared of the end, my friend. 

Petrified by the thought of leaving my land.

 The garden these days

Will be empty of our butterflies.

I wish I could freeze the clock. 

By Young Fella

To the Adorable Peregrine, whose grace and spirit inspire every line, this work is lovingly dedicated