Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
Water Poem 1
it matters in this world that we are water
we fill the voids where need and desire collide
the deeper we run we are cold to the touch
our light fades and we are in darkness
we see without sight and feel without warmth
or we float along carry the spillage that has defined us
we are lost adrift in this world
seeking answers to with no one has posed the question
we are rivelets and creeks and ponds from the storms of the night
we are trickles from the leaking hose left in the yard
settling upon the surface we desire to break the tension
to sink or swim, or to float away until the fall approaches.