Monday, 22 September 2014

The Barren River

Like a barren river that waits for flood,
I wait for you.
And even though the river knows,
That the flood would break every bank,
Every trusted, known bank he made,
Since the last flood.
And that the great wave of water,
Would turn everything upside down,
And nothing will be the same,
And that wave will be gone soon,
And all the river will inherit,
Is the sand the flood brought along,
Still the river waits for the clouds to thunder,
For the rains to fall heavily,
For the waves to come quietly and powerfully,
Still,

I wait for you.