Sometimes she is a steam train,
All fire and noise, sizzling, powerful
Too hot to touch …
Almost.
And sometimes she is tree
Growing, blossoming, strengthening and seeding,
Increasing to a golden leafed complexity,
Before disrobing once more
And yet she is too a river, deep with secrets,
Wide with acceptances, bubbling and meandering and
flowing gentle round obstacles
Then is love the water that makes all her ways possible?
For then rain cannot disappoint
Tis drought I fear most.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
Sometimes she is a steam train,
All fire and noise, sizzling, powerful
Too hot to touch …
Almost.
And sometimes she is tree
Growing, blossoming, strengthening and seeding,
Increasing to a golden leafed complexity,
Before disrobing once more
And yet she is too a river, deep with secrets,
Wide with acceptances, bubbling and meandering and
flowing gentle round obstacles
Then is love the water that makes all her ways possible?
For then rain cannot disappoint
Tis drought I fear most.
The trouble with Cancerians is that they need a whole ocean!
Check out “Feeling Crabby” from last year if you want to know more along that line :)
Rob © 2012
