in reality, is without
battles) - I
look over my shoulder to find
water
glistening in the light of
dawn.
The water calls out
to me,
beckoning me over, but
it contains not a single
soul. The water,
it flows - Flowing,
in constant motion;
the undercurrent stays forever
hidden - a separate entity from my
being. My desires to be
accompanied in this
deluge will be forsaken for
the sunlight in the horizon.
My eyes, they
strain for a glimpse of
a promise that can and
will follow me into the
future.
