The Water Poems
Eric Hjerstedt Sharp
Here my thirst for water
runs mightier than yesterday’s rivers themselves
I lie awake thirsty chasing daydreams in rapids
I sleep submerged in quiet pools of tommorow’s storms
against river beds I seek my cool liquid refreshment
cool and clear moving through my mind’s riverbed
dancing in waterfall’s mist I gulp the spirit and wet
drops that form an invisible tide swelling
my tongue aches for the moist portions
soothing my throat I awaken to find only sun
dried images of lake beds cracking dry soil.
Troubles deeper than any mine.
Eric Hjerstedt Sharp Copyright © 2014