Tuesday 4 September 2012

The Colour of Water

When you first try water you won't like it

Yet take it just as the skies take rain and reign over us

Get to know her

The crisp depths of ice around her pallor

The cool sated sheen

The rinsed quiver

The non-fragrance of life-giving valour


Run to meet her where she glistens

And dance under her bountiful cascades

Her glorious bursts

When she pours she listens

For the sunrise of your choking thirsts


Not for one moment wonder of her provenance

Her days of thunder

Your life would be non-existent

Not just duller

You are what she tastes like

You are her colour




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