the water

Frank Prem

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

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2017 00:12
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Water is the lifeblood in our lives. Good write.

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks GF. Too true.

    • Michael Edwards

      Love where this is coming from - well expressed.

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Michael. Appreciated.

      • orchidee

        Good write Frank.

      • MendedFences27

        A life, a stream, you are the water. Like two streams join to become a small river. Water is the essence of Love. Nice poem, Frank. - Phil A.



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