Jul31

Over the hill there’s hope of a statue not made of stone, but of water. Today, it’ll flow up, a fountain, but tomorrow, it might be rain. And it will shape itself, could be visionary, through changing colours and the painful blur. And, a mountain waterfall will feed it, clear and fresh from glaziers above….

Jul31

No more good could come from this. No longing looks to distant shores From slowly sinking ships on reefs As tiger sharks circle for the kill, Can stop our inevitable demise. Placing too much trust in the system Caused this imbalance – this tilt. We observe, oblivious to the slide. It takes us further away…