Is it considered a drought, if I’m thirsty for you?
Cascading angel who freely falls soft to rocks
Being that you are the only possible remedy for my parched lips…
Mother of all waters,
I keep praying for you, safety through the devils mountain.
purest and clairsentiant like crystals one scrys into for answers.
playing and bending light several which ways to entertain me.
Famine and debris am I,
to savor your dew would bring me rapture
Cascading goddess who falls with little to no fear
Not even a stream was I,
but I drew in your mist, hoarding it till I became prosperous
Oasis that you are,
much like a water sage to the mirage of my soul
You erode me and shape me like mud and clay.
you’re limitless as a moist well, peaking on infinity.
oh, my tongue swells for your never ending glory.
Cast out of Heaven, you are all for me.
-Matthew P. HIll