Tuesday, February 14, 2012


I water the forest, I water the grass,
I water the soil and the stones where I pass.
If watering the world is my life's calling
I'm filling the call with my constant tears falling.
I pass through the hours, I pass through the days,
through months and years misty from the watery haze.
I weep for the memories of those who have passed;
I weep from the yearning for reunion at last.

No comments:

Post a Comment