Poem: Trickling Depths

[zetasyanthis]

Sleeping silence sleeping soundly.
Tiny water trickling depths.
Who can know these sounds so lonely?
Who can plumb their secret depths?

I can stand here and behold them.
I can see and never cry.
I can hold you, now forever.
I can feel you fin'ly die.

And yes I will stand your heartbreak.
And yes I will live that morn,
that I sing with humble redoubt,
that I sing your song that mourns.

I can stand here, ever weeping.
I can stand here, should I cry.
Your heart lost will feel so lonely,
that beside you, I will die.

So let's not. Let's live together.
So let's shine with force of will.
So let's ever meet the morning.
I can do it, if you will.