the water glistens
a different time a different place
the water glistens
reflecting the cool light onto my face
reflecting the tears as they fall
the water glistens but only listens
thus i am wondering never knowing
exactly where it is im going
although sometimes lack of knowledge
is a much sought after privilege
we yearn to be free of this earth
we seek the place that supposedly came before birth
but still the water glistens
and only listens
reflecting the tear as it falls
a tiny acme weight of the heavens
forever bound downward
despite my entreaties, it reflects the tears falling
but still the water glistens
and only listens
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I like this poem, especially the third verse. Keep writing.