Like a sluggish river

I flow

listlessly

Life just happened to me

The bubbling, chattering brook

seems

a distant memory

The rushing cascades

lost

but not quite forgotten

The sea yet a distant shore

I am lost

middling somewhere

Wondering which way to go.

Many a whirlpool

I hide

in the depths

Of my weary worn soul

A reminiscence

of days gone by

And I still thirst for more

I live slowly

in hopeful meanders

waiting

for the rushing gales

When they can hold back

no more

the untamed gusts

come, calling my name

Once again

I rise

ecstatically

my ripples growing to waves

Alive

in a turbulent rendezvous

of tangled limbs

and furious ballets

Why don't you come

more often

to my expectant shores

of balmy clime

My heartbeats wait

for your breaths

and the whispers

of a windy chime

To stir up some life

in the frigid foam

and the cooling sands

of time

Oh I wish

you would make your home

on these pebbly banks

of mine!

© Manic Sylph 2016