The Sound

The Sound


The sound of water raging
spilling
settling
pooling and moving again

constant motion without a sharp edge
constant sound
that does not hurt my ears

The Water screams and whispers
as it follows its own way
not following
but leading
and the force of it

Shatters Me.

I sit, powerless, but safe along the Water's edge
and a quite knowledge
of passion and motion and determination
fills me up
and spills out of me

and walking away,
the Water shouts and sings
but its words are in a language
only my Heart seems to understand