Ocean Rising

Fire
dying
water
flowing
thought
provoking
snow
glowing
turning
red
blue
green
yellow
purple
pink
orange
violet
rainbow
joining
slower
slower
finding
newness
oldness
evolving
drawing
lighting
new
fire

Have you lost a child?

I returned home and found my child was not there?
I wept and called and wondered who or where
I called again
The echoes answered me.
I turned left, I turned right, frantic, desperate I searched all night,
Alone, afraid,I searched not knowing what I would find
Soon I was joined by hordes of hungry onlookers all of whom had lost a child
but who had forgotten or ignored their pain and now
just stood and stared, and wanted to call out their rage at me
for reminding them of what they too have lost
But I walk on and continue the search for the child
who is calling to me from what dark and hidden corner I know not where
But I know at break of day the child's face will smile mischievously back at me
And I will gather her up in my arms and show her to the waiting crowds
in the hope that they too will search and find their lost child

Flowing free

I begin at the source,I flow down the hill
I circle a stone, and it is without force
I keep on flowing for miles and miles
I gather some leaves and some moss and some twigs.
The trout leap at first and then they slow down
It happens like this when I get near a town
Now leaves and moss and twigs have their place
But when they come together it becomes quite a race
The flow becomes blocked and the trout cannot leap
I have to clear the river before going to sleep
I gently release the moss, leaves and twigs
They now become nourishment rich and deep
for all those who live and survive on my banks
And you my dear friend are you flowing
freely and easily and clearing the dross
Can you leap like the trout and not feel the loss
of the energy you've wasted or do you get cross and
wonder why you have been so foolish not to have paid attention
to the flow of the river from its source to its cross.