Why am I crying?
The river that carried my tears
Has run dry,
The spring that birthed my salt
Is now barren
And I have lost the tongue for passion
To carry my sweetness into the oceans
But who was love,
Where was this love?
When I was every season's reason,
My roaring rage was their good,
And my silent hum their song of doom,
I was the iron ruler of my plains
Their dragon; bane of little pains
I did not know yet, about love
Times were good in my tiny world
Freedom was no fool's blurted wish;
But a living presence,
That fed on the grass of my rolling plains
And drank from the palm of my screaming banks
I was king, the world my willing throne
And who sent lust?
A fool? Mother of adventure,
To nag my ever glowing heart,
Herding easily into the foggy dark,
The content breathing babe,
Who wished to explore just a little more
But never returned, never returned...