Stream

Poem By Zoe MacRae

Still, quiet my soul rests
As I feel the comforting touch of
The colorful breeze.
For only half the feel of light is warmth;
The other half a kiss of soft wind.

My closed eyes now open to see
The weaving pattern of light and silver
As a tapestry laid over the rocks.
It captures my mind, for I do not know
Where it comes from, or what
Beauty or filth may touch it
Where it shall travel.
Yet here
Its very sound is refreshing –
It fills my heart with life,
Just as when I taste it,
All that was dry and empty is
Filled again,
And my very life-breath
Renewed;
My burdens –
Vanished;
My thirst –
Satisfied.

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