~ Smooth Waters Run Deep ~
~
smooth waters,
gazed deep in,
reflect the soul,
that dwells within,
into rough and turmoiled sea,
a troubled soul doth cast her plea,
look deep if your true desire,
is with me to quell the fire,
stay the hand that holds the rope,
its splash serenity unfolds,
puts at risk all hope,
though not a word,
we spoke.
~
sentences, to souls unseen,
songs to sing,
to those
between.
~
Where does beauty dwell? Within the rough passion of a turbulent sea, or deep within the still depths of an unseen soul? Is the fate of passion, calm? Or is the fault of fate when calm succumbs and into passion falls?
