The Waters Who Raised Me
I appear at her door with footsteps speaking homesick words And pour world-weary troubles into her waves. Longing for innocent longing. She sings to me, just as she used to — but now I understand. Soothing indifference, pulling my words into her crashing whirlpool, Sweeping them out with her undertow Tumbling and polishing them with… Read More The Waters Who Raised Me