Spring of My Youth
My finger presses upon the lever As my eyes close to accept thy gift The icy liquid shoots up from it’s spring Cooling my charred breath as my broken lips part The icy water rushes into my mouth Splashing coolness upon my cheeks My lips smile as I feel the coolness about me As my thirst for life is quenched I breathe deep the scent of mint Emanating from the winter fresh stones upon the plate Twisted and gloating, Cyanotic and smooth Let as gifts from my peers, by fate I sigh, enjoying the sensations that flow through my body As I open my eyes, peering into the spring The coolness of the water continues as I draw in a healthy swallow And begin to rise to face a ragged voice from behind “Hurry UP!” the panting voice exclaims Urging, Desperate to fulfill his thirst I smile as I step back, hearing cruel bells ring eternally above me As I lift my heavy bag to my shoulders And wander off Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 06:43 AM PST 10 • 0
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"My finger presses upon the lever ..."