Fountain

Not a spoon
Please not a crumb
Every pebble sacred
To the materialistic possession
Nothing without those things
Amounting to nothing without objects

I fear my stomach turned upside down
At the sight of your anger
At the shriek of your hate

Maybe some things will come up missing

From anger and bitter eyes
Beady looks
Evil grins

What is the terror
I am witnessed to?

Don’t give up
Every morsel has a place
In the spectrum of the shards
The broken glass
Of the hearts you’ve walked upon

Turn around and look
Into the eyes of the future
Staring back at you with immense
Curiosity and deep adoration
So proud now
So gorgeous

As the strands of life
Sweep across your face like
Every strand of hair from your head
Has a purpose to be there
So do you

Your lips
Your eyes
Your words are the sprayed cascade
The presence of your everything
Resting on the breast of tomorrow
Yesterday’s milk is down stream
Fill your cup with a fresh
Pour of love

And from the fountain
Comes flowing through the spout
A mountain of inspiration
Don’t give up

© GÄ