Your Mind, My Drink of Water

What hides behind that pale Moon Flower​

So bold yet so frail?​

A hidden well where none have drank;​

My heart aches to dip its pail.​

Parched desire, it must be quenched,​

A curious and painful thirst,​

But the well is cloaked in distant fear​

And sealed by a family curse.​

Years I've waited and not a sip.​

Living off my own canteen​

Just sitting up against the well​

Feeding on salty dreams.​

And as that Flower upon me shines,​

Beauty, true beauty, is redefined.​

My mind entwines the well, a vine,​

The contents of which will be mine​

With patience and care.​

All in do time.​

All In Do Time.​

 

You're writing is beautiful, everything I've read of yours...really great.