Waters

Waters of life run deep

To reach the depth, we can’t sleep

On the feathery bed of the past

Full of wealth, secretly amassed

Waters of desire create waves

They hide dangerous caves

Within the mind, we’re slaves

Desires follow us to our graves

Waters of joy, well up in the eyes

When we’re free as the skies

At our bidding, thoughts evaporate

Leaving open the cloudy gate

Tranquil waters, reflect the truth

Living it, we’re returned to youth

We are sought by the moment

Longing to share its enjoyment