Wading Waters

My paintbrush is soaking with your scent

You tore the chains of my weathered door of love

My violin plays only one tune

Yearning of the heart

I tossed all my weeds but

Your tiny flowers also got caught
Withering wasted under the sun,

The fresh mountain breeze sown those seeds again

Brewed stronger all that has gone

You were the first I wished uncaptured

Forbade my snake eyes to seduce

Ordered my tails to swirl afar

I rather know you endless

Letting be what dreams may come