Quenching
05.19.06 (4:29 pm) [edit] The sun beats down Upon the one who thirsts, Throat parched, Tongue swollen, Screaming for cool water, The mind obsessed, Growing deeper Each moment tormented. The stream was heard from afar The beauty of the sound Greater More thrilling Than any sound ever heard, The body frantic Its desire All consuming With a joyful noise, The crystal clear treasure Flowed past rapidly, Its smell intoxicating, Almost leading to madness, Until the hands cupped The precious liquid, Drinking The pleasure Greater More fulfilling Than ever thought possible As life Once again became strong With the water of life Once thought of as common. |