Here I walk on the grass so wet and fresh, my
foot sinks deep;
a rain just washed the nature fresh and
distills through my foot.
Longing for the rain, so deep, thoughts
liquidize and spread out.
Bones and marrow, they stay solid, cheating
liquescent dreams.
Fire of sun and truth of water grows like skin
to live, to live!
Like butterflies, spirit flutters around the
gentle life, the skin of earth.
Like birds of prey, sense hovers and watches
secrets winding here.
Smiling faces, loving words, floats and brings
in homeward dreams;
grass, birds, trees, and deer- they paint rich
strokes, parts of being.
I bequeath this glass of water, crystal clear,
from my blood
to you, my child, walk slowly, breathe deep and
don’t spill.
This is life; here I am always everywhere and
this, from my blood;
keep it safe, carry until you bequeath it to
honest hands
for I want to live here everywhere, always,
yes, this, my blood,
a glass of water, crystal clear.
I had water on the brain today, too! LOL
ReplyDeleteSuch strong lines here ... loved it !!!
ReplyDeleteA so I slip from the elixir offered ;)
ReplyDeletehovers and watches secrets winding here
ReplyDeletesmiling faces,loving words floats and brings in homeward dreams
Beautiful words of expectations for what an elixir can bring! Nicely sreeja!
Hank
A beautiful sentiment!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting sreeja, you turned water into a person it seems. Somebody doling out the precious liquid where it is most needed.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful writing, my favorite of yours, so far, I think. A wonderful bequest: one's blood, water, and a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWow, I love how you glided us along on this wonderful refreshing elixir~
ReplyDeleteOff to get me some ;D
so exquisite...every word.
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the crystal drop of water ~ So refreshing and uplifiing ~
ReplyDelete"I bequeath this glass of water, crystal clear, from my blood
ReplyDeleteTo you my child, walk slowly, breathe deep and don’t spill."
Elixir indeed! Mixing food and drink and skin and sun and bones and marrow, One forgets the borders of the cocktail and it becomes all of life!
Be sure you bequeath it to honest hands! Yow!
Lovely message to child...
ReplyDeleteI love this, Sreeja. It makes me think of some of the best nature poets...and here's hoping that the water we bequeath will be pure.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Sreeja!
ReplyDelete♥