Monday, November 1, 2010

Sleepy little river.

Lost in translation,
Frustration at its presence.

Over flowing its banks,
Uncontrollable fit.

Pushing back the flow,
Holding back its course.

Sorrow at its return,
No holding back.

Cupped hands, no savior,
Salty taste, and no grace.

Held back once more,
Only to return.