From water
To ice
To water
And now vaporized
Into gas
That cannot be cubed again
This cycle,
From water
To ice
To water
And now vaporized
Into gas
That cannot be cubed again
This cycle,
The Hope of Havilah
The six foot river of Havilah flowed through my valley
With its hair wrapped courteously like a bundle of natural roses
Standing tall –
I wish I had the most melodious voice,
I would write and sing you my best of Katie’s choice.
When I am rested at six foot below,
And in vacuous ambience
Of frozen body,
There was a time,
That every time was our time.
When our thoughts were golden
And the worship of a lover’s shrine.
The perfectly drawn of France’s curve,
To light up the oval kingdom,
Host to my adoration;
Your smile.