Serene
Thursday, January 11th, 2007I remember…
There was a mountain… way back when
and a fountain…
and bells…
All around lay motes of silver…
floating… falling…
and bells…
And the fountain gave birth to a river…
bubbling forth…
and bells…
The river was fresh, clear, and I drank deep.
And then I knew.
…
I can never return there again.
The soft chime of the bells -
I can never hear that again.
Water has made my life serene.
but no bells
W.K.