Of water

A touch so soft that air can find no victory,
an intimate cleansing, unconditional lover,
a gentle reminder, earth is often bathed,
And so does feel no need for any other

To cleanse all sufferings and tears,
When sufferings and tears are instants past,
To melt away the sorrows and the years,
our time will flow together ‘til the last,

All sufferings will have their cicatrix,
though scars are all but mem’ries of no wound
while water moulds and in it’s form does fix
All thoughts of pain itself remain marooned.


© 2007 Kahdoosch