Water of my eyes. Flow, I plead with you.
Let these tears flow like falls, and birth
Life again. Let the pain that has befallen
the previous be a lesson to the current.
Rivers of sorrow, Ye who torment me
In a torrent of suffering. Bleed into
The ports of creation, and drop drips
Of inspiration into this grieving mouth.
Let the shadow that sinks into the marshes
Of my brain soon meet the sludge of the
Fen, all consuming. Let this imagination never
Cease to crash on the shores of lips and pages
They sail from shore to shore, cleaving gouges
Out of the land. Creating more paths for this
River called creativity to expand and explore.
Like jungles of rain that fall in a circle of
Seeping swamp. I pray to thee, to let this
majesty, this beauty, this ephemeral
Light fleet and scour the Earth in my name
Let it scar the land in rivulets of blood and
Honor. Mark it so that even the furthest
Reaches will know of this name… Of this
Seething passion gone stagnant in the
ponds of depression. Like Waves from a Lake
You strike more and more, pushing this
Stillness into life, and breaking the never-
Ending darkness that had taken hold.