
I come to the waters, orating the heavens
etching spirals of lucidness with its passion
my essence is riveted where sky and water
meet, tranquility walks me through stillness
Entwined in vivid colors over calm waters
harbingers come sit quietly by the shores
I tremble fear, you touch me and embrace
me within the ease of stillness, so soothing
The skies are filled with choleric clouds
you’d bespatter radiance through its wrath
solo streams elapse quietly into my veins,
enthralled by the reflections on the water
and I, like a foliage weaving within a structure
of bole, my form flails by the edge of the water
I am in the midst where sky and water meet,
while tranquility gently perambulates my soul.
© Rena Scribe 2009