Between the Waters

Why Do You Ask?

By: EarlB, 10:52 PM GMT on August 24, 2011


Who's there?
I thought
That I heard someone sigh.

Why do you trust me
To translate what I see,
What I feel?

How can I put into words
Those things that I see
But barely understand.

Where are the words
To describe the rain,
To describe the moon?

What's the point, anyway?
Thoughts spoken hide
Feelings unspoken.

When did I get on this path
With a hundred ways to say something?
I'm still tap-tap along, blindly searching:

The soft rain whispered
"Drink me quickly, I'm soon gone."
Dust barely disturbed.

The veiled moon whispered
"Drink me quickly, I'm soon gone."
Dreams barely disturbed.

Updated: 11:35 AM GMT on August 25, 2011

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When I'm Done

By: EarlB, 1:01 AM GMT on August 10, 2011



There may be only six degrees of separation,
But that which I care about
Is the separation which will keep me from you,
Now and to come.

Apart
May be the way we grow.
Apart
May be what we have to be.
Apart
May be all that there is.

Set me free when I'm ready
But chain me down 'til then,
Hold onto the cords that bind us,
But let them slip when I'm done.

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