Some days when I write, it feels like dropping words
into a deep well... but there is no echo.
My words fall into the darkness; I imagine them creating ripples
that drift gently into shadowy places,
making sweet splashing noises that I can't hear.
I guess that's why I keep coming back.
Maybe that's why I drop words into the well,
the taste of the water is sweet on my lips and refreshing to my soul.
I would like to lower myself down, into the darkness,
into the stillness and dance in the water.
I would like to hear my voice echoed off the walls,
creating vibrations that make the well sing.
Then surrender to the water,
lie back and baptize myself in the song.
Today I am dropping words...
... imagining what it would feel like
to be immersed in the well, the water, and the song.
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