those were the poems....just like the water
Like Shrimp Scampi and Butter Sauce...I grabbed a plate and ate
the food for thought....washed my dish in pain....air dried by the mind fabreeze
Mild care for enigmatic actions brought back past pain....in the form of a bamboozled reality
....those are called nightmares.....
fear sat on my front step and basked in my sun's glory.....stealing my light as I sat in the shadow and wept
then she.....like God's answer to my inquisitive thoughts...arose from a dream and my doubts....became undone
those were the poems.....just like the water....
i went astray and always came back....my thirst is everlasting.....
she gave me drink from her crown cup....allowed me to swig in her blue.....
my soul.....never parched from the essence
i drank until my mouth grew fatigued and then dranked some more
my bowels became silk linen, never to tangle again
those were the poems.....just like the water
i purified myself in the framework of perfection
drinking from the banks naked in awe of the glow from the midst
my eyes bloodshot from the break of dawn beaming into my soul
there was a pleasent angel sitting beside me, cusping my hand to her heart
staring at me with the eyes of certainty
those were the poems......just like the water
clean i was reminiscent no more
my clothing santified
touched by the scent of the crescent moon
i stand on tip toes and smell the heavens
eyes closed
heart open
mind at ease
these are the poems....just like this water
Written by Point_Of_View