You are a failure when you do nothing about your failure.

Watching the sea

Silent as the rock remains

at the edge of the sea looking onward

White foamy waves embrace

to drown in a rage boisterous

But silence, dumb founded

overshadowed by their invasion

Solid turned liquid but a moment

Rock and water losing impurities

Rock losing all the water but in puddles

Till they meet again in a clasp

Guess what?

Sunny the sky with flowers ready to bloom

smiling their white like wool

as they show sets of teeth

Guess what?

Before the clouds thick form and they wither

brewing burning hatred

hot red like scarlets on the faces

meandering their separate path full of thorns

beautiful were the hands which held her waist in the lock

Fount Of Love

If I must sip but once

and quench an inevitable thirst,

where will I go between two clear rivers?

In onward wonder a river will keep me;

deep reflections of regret, another.

While each step meanders,

thou fount of love

through me that will flow

do find me quick

that perfect outlet slope.

For in weakness I bear this hold

so strong to let you show.

© Emperor Leander David



NB
Dedicated to a fellow traveller, Ruth.