My Love Is Water

My love is water, every dream
Is sweaters worn on autumn hills,
The capable is palpable,
And they say “love don’t pay the bills”
But mine does.

My love is dreaming, every day
We run along the riverside,
I asked the wondering sky for help,
But she said “I have too much pride”
Like I do,
Like she does,
Like all of us —

Like water

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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