Water welcomes wayward soul
beckons with its siren song
holds secrets in dark depths below
undiscovered stories expired universes ago
Toes in travelled shoes tempt fate
having walked along river’s bending banks
into grass damp with spring’s new birth
feeling nothing urgent in moment’s blush breath
Pausing for a pondered thought
when elusive thoughts have flown far fraught
willing ink to spill from pens long abandoned
grasping words that slip from trembling hands
To peel off garments, to dive within…
what horrors or beauty wait for me here?
for one a near brother to the stark other;
safety on sand banks,
or truth naked and free?
~ Emily C.