Bodies of Water

Souls are like wells, dug, for water;

We pour of ourselves as we drink

Salt with fresh, estuaries, are briney

Brakish beverage; the brew of deceit

Snowmelt in springtime tastes sweet

Crystal creeks cascade, pure, down the mountains

Murky waters, sour, stagnating streams;

Unforgiveness blocks free-flowing fountains

Oceans, blue, bite bitter tongues

Open wounds, sharp salt water stings

But, a soul that tastes of divine;

Morning dew; heaven scent; refreshing