Shining water

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 11.10.04

When I see the wind ruffle
the shining waters face
its tears glistening
as my own
grace a vacant face

Emptiness is only matched
by the solemn sky
the cold rain
a cold life
and drizzle – in and out

Wind wanders through the grasses
mind follows in return
the endless sighs
echoed ever
through the ageless eve

(incomplete, but continued)

Wanderer both we are
the flitting cloud and I
seeking
and seeking
the place to find

None go there and come back
save for those that change
seeking
they found
Another in their place