Water loudly laughs & trickles all day,
Down the rough rocks,
Gravity forcing its way.
Water seeps silently through the cold clay,
I step out of bed & into wet socks,
Cold forcing me to bend its way.
Water bends blue skies to dark grey,
Twirling winds rocking the docks,
Tides forcing up to a place to stay.
Water bashes barriers into bits of clay,
Oh! How the sky & the God mocks,
Heaven forcing us to pray.
Water weeps and weeps for a brighter day,
Alas! Never to know who opened Pandora's box,
Pressure forcing water to say.
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
Reminding of a heartbeat...
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
My love knew a man who was camping in Peachland and unfortunately he was riding his Atv and flipped it, fell into the river and that was it. Gone. Then one morning I wrote this because I was listening to my fountain in my back yard and I sub consciously wrote about his friend. I do believe I connected with him to help him be complete about his death.
