Water By Zandile Carol
By Zandile Carol
Waters deep, distant skies,
Brimming mortal — life and death.
To thirst, to drown,
To cleanse, to float.
Be it hight of light, or falling night,
Or void and fire, Fleeting second or hour;
Thine present end, at what point it strike?
In you it is terror,
It is roaring fear
When thee, is beneath —
What mighty hand,
What sharpest eye
can dare to grasp thine fearsome power?
What swooshing gust,
What trotting breath
can dare to flee beyond thy mouth when it towers?
What body dares,to imprison thee?
Twisting tendons, a mortal cage,
So thine existence be rendered null;
In deeps your presence —
No more be found.
Waters deep and distant skies,
Hanging mortal, life and death.
To flood, to drown
To float, to cleanse.