Dissolved now
Brine mixed all one
Floating together
Towards the turn of the
River bend just down
A ways
Heading eventually
To the ocean
Out to sea
From heaven
It sparkles glints
As the sunlight plays on
The flow the trickles
Wandering jostling blending
Dance

From above
As precious and rare
As any diamond
Coming together mingling
One
One fire one shine one
Glint one solute
Made from many

I've cried tears into
This Creek thus river
Then ocean if seas
I've seen the salt go
Merge dissolve
Become again
In one way
Live
Course like blood
Through
This universal
Vein.

to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul
                      and in copious embraces melted my icy roots
withered the nectar of warm tender kisses
                         the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude


to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit
                                    joyful flights into spring skies I made
parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds
                monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms


on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way
             sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds
petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum,
                the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry


stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones
                      with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky
breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream
                                        with solutes of emotions and ecstasy

She stood on the high clift, staring out over the ocean. The sun had begun to set, lighting the sky deep shades of oranges and pinks, like wildflowers in May. The birds were heading to their nest for the night, and soon the night critters will be out and about. But for now, she just smiled at the scenery before her.
Her uniform was neat and as dark blue as the sky toward midnight. Her dark, strawberry blond hair pulled up in a tight bun; that was shining in the setting sun. She was heroic and brave in her uniform, and without it she felt vulnerable to the world. Her dark, brown eyes where sparkling as she thought of what tomorrow would bring to her.  
Tomorrow is going to be the first day in over three years she will get to see her family. She was exited, but nervous, for she was actually afraid. It has been the hardest, and the most challenging three years of her whole life. That crazy, ******, little-teenage-high school-girl was now a woman of her country; proud, formal, and hard working woman that has been trained to expect anything the world brings her, except this.
She will walk off the plane with a high, military step with metals clashing against each other. Her father will be proud, wanting stories, and exchanging stories himself of when he served. Step mother will want to fatten her up with pies, turkey, and green beans; Aunt will make special brownies. Her little sister comes home from school to find her in the living room with uniform on. Both girls will hug and cry and cry into each others shoulders. Everything will be perfect: food, laughs, hugs, and pigs-skin. All making memories.
But then she will have to leave. They drop her off at the airport, in uniform, and hugs, tears, and solutes will be passed around. These are the memories that will keep her going. Going until next time.
In ten years.