Saturday, February 5, 2011

It's strange how your discontent or happiness affects me. I have a thin current of worry with your name on it
that flows alongside all the other worries
in my underground reservoir. I think,
at least in your case,
the worry revolves around unfulfilled creativity. But,
I have an even larger stream
that flows
whose name is 'faith'. They intertwine
and flow together forever
over the edge of my visible horizon.
One balancing the other.
So love, be good, be happy, drive carefully,
and make me something pretty
from your heart.
love you, M

1 comment:

  1. Hi,
    Even though you mention water, I get a sense of electricity in the first two lines. Then when you mention your underground reservoir the poem gets so much softer. Softer in a good way though.