Drinking From Clear Waters

And the spring comes cloaked in the fog And the spring comes soaked in my blood What will come of this art Of seasons cloaked by dark? Is this a light I see; Or a facade that deceives? I'll know my time of season When these walls surround me The water looks so clear And I jump in With all the delight And thoughts of fear The water looks so clear And I jump in Having just thoughts so dear And nothing can prepare me

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026