The Flood
She’s empty in the dry
Shying from the sky
Deep beneath her sands
does she
keep hidden
The lone & single spark
The secrets of her heart
A piece of her to herself
She’s forbidden
But comes the time her seasons change
The heavens open cross
her plains
And rivers
She breaks her drought with flooding rains
And riders, to a man
lift up their gaze.
So lay me down
In the press of the waters
No I won’t drown
Float like a reed in her creek
She’s not far now
Though I fail at the borders of her
If I wait until her rivers’ rise
the flood shall carry me.
V2
Through all does she endure
heat and dust so cruel
green and
pleasant lands
so long
forgotten
The sharpness of her gaze
her azure skies inveigh
fearless binding will
that can not
soften
But you who do not know her well
tremble ‘neath her tempest
and her fury
yet to her summons will I fly
when the shadows grow
longer than my days
(c) 2015 Barry/Rosenthal