Rain Water

 Youth flickering in my eyes
  undaunted, 
  unpredictable,
  free-wheeling,
  clapping a different cadence.

Finding their path
  on their own
  and recreating the wheel.

Forever hoping forever,
  linking unwillingly into the chain
  that is history.

These events lead to the passing -
  passing of souls
  and time through doorways
  of matchless beauty
  and realms unscoped.

Voids
  - blank
    - empty
      - cold
        - still black
  yet gently flowing,
  like the sides of the river that never seem to move
  like silent tongues that still speak to us
  like the skin on our back,
  that bends tightly with our ribs
    and spine.

So too are the vines
  falling
  like the hair of young maidens
  climbing in the trees.

Ripple a message to me
  on this pool of rain water
  and I will amplify a return
  before it is drunk  by the sun
  on its long journey into night.

I'm tapping into you -
  sharing the ride
  and maneuvering with you
  like a shark parasite,
  ugly though it may be.

Tell me its okay
  and that its really not that different
  -  your world from mine.