the wordlinks poetry project

in water writ ii

In moving water, shapes are seen, and almost-coloured waves. Rain, in falling, paints on souls images of hope and want. Hopes unsprung, from undamped earth the rain may yet bring forth. The wants are mine; of rain or drought alike are coaxed from beds of stone. A wind may whip the frenzy of my mind to calm, but not my heart is satisfied. *