Liquification.
Updated on December 10, 2009
Liquification.
Still water
puddles into yesterday's tears,
reflecting our pain,
time evaporates its essence,
leaving stains on our souls.
Still water stirs,
under heavy lids of flesh,
where pupils study dreams,
and like babbling brooks,
it runs through worlds
of immense wonder.
Still water cradles,
brushes saturated with paint,
as pigment and wash mix,
into beauty drying slowly,
on a canvas of my vision spent.
Still water sits,
in the porcelain mug of my coffee,
a pick me up which I haven't yet,
as I stir my imagination
into a whirlpool of thoughts.
We are made up mostly of water,
a liqification beneath our flesh,
we are born when the water breaks
and we cannot survive without water'
for very long before we
become a dried up husk.
Think on this the next time
you ingest a glass of water
and thank the powers that be
for such heavenly flow.
©-MFB III