The water had run dry for years
no way to propel my tears.
Fear choked the freedom brooks
love spared no looks.
Rocks littered the path
of a scorned lover’s wrath.
They crumble under the weight
of time that will not abate.
Mysteries entice, waiting in the deep
to sew what you never will reap.
As I stand here feeling small
who ever said we could have it all?