Words and Water

The words are written in water,

ever changing.

So I beg them to wait,

holding back the river with a dam,

because if I don't capture them now,

they'll be lost forever.

Words are water.

All I wish to do is let them flow,

churning behind my eyes,

they twist and swirl,

complex and changing.

Deep tides that tug at my thoughts,

wait, please wait.

I cannot bear to lose this spring that rushes forth.

And the dam springs leaks.

If it should fall,

I should drown in the current of words,

the shifting courses,

the power,

the beauty,

only to have it end in a desert,

all the water lost

in one magnificent rush.

Wait, Please wait.

But the dam keeps cracking.

So denizens of my mind,

drop everything else and grab buckets and tubs

to capture the words,

Fishermen beware,

a flood is coming,

the words are coming,

They will not wait.

So denizens of my mind,

grab buckets and tubs,

for if we don't capture them now

the water will only be a faded memory,

lost in one magnificent rush.