To own the raging river’s bravado…
An exemplary reflection of this complication
She deserved more fervor than I could ever give her
a potent confession from the quintessential paramour
Obsessed with her banter…a hollow drifter with no motto
It’s volatile path bends and falls
slave to calamitous rains and blind hope’s wrath
closing the distance between the sympathetic lake
and the ferocious ocean that knows no depth
Humbled by the impatience of juvenescence
burdened by tales of questioned decisions made
each season bring winds of turbulence
Foolish hearts embrace the battle…
a real soldier would have stayed
These still waters of dry season…
vacant showers hide the optic precipitation
counting hours until I see her again
With only ten fingers…this stream will surely linger
Is this love??