The rush sometimes Isn’t in the water
But in the glacier
Sitting up high
Atop a mountain
Frozen in time
Molten by noon
To fall on stones
It doesn’t know
Making its way
To the sea
Growing trees
On banks
Washing the grime
Off rocks
Only to become
Nothing when it
Meets its end.
Falling never felt this good
Love is a beautiful place for it
And joy an obvious outcome
I could make a home here
The hands of time however
Remind me to pause desire
Longing isn’t an investment
It decays time in the most
Loving manner
Bringing profits
Only the soul knows.
I could make a home here
Yearning that as I pause
Cherry blossoms will bloom
Fall on my cheeks
Like a gentle kiss
And rain on me
All that I have missed.
