Tuesday, March 30, 2010

T.H.E. F.O.U.N.T.A.I.N.

Behind the mountain,
Is the fountain,
The fountain of life,
Whose waters I want to drink.
But there’s no easy way,
Through the mountain,
Neither a magic potion,
That can make the mountain shrink.
I am thirsty like stranded in a desert,
And out of all choice,
I can hear the music of water,
Or is it an imaginary voice?
There’s no way but forward,
Cutting through the rocky bed,
And by the time I reach the other side,
Will that fountain stand?
Yet I can’t wait,
For waiting more means I die,
I have to cut harder in the hope,
My fountain is not a lie.
If I cut through all the muck,
And find it soaring high,
I think I will smile as I get under it,
And then maybe cry.
And in case I reach ashore,
To find it was a lie,
I guess I will still love my fountain,
Because for all it was or was not-it at least made me try.



(Inspired by- http://vimeo.com/1711302)

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah! That was so beautiful. May God bless all of your efforts. Your trying will seek all you're dreaming/hearing/thinking of.

God bless :)

Witness said...

Thanks for the wishes FJR:)

Solid Rock or Sinking Sand said...

What an uplifting poem to start my day with. God bless, Lloyd

Witness said...

Thx Lloyd:)glad you could connect.

zubin said...

I have run out of adjectives :(. I just wish I cud find some fountain :)

Witness said...

Aah Zubin:)u humble me:)we both will find the fountain!

Rafael said...

Beautifull!! A love fountain is all I need!

Witness said...

Thx Rafael.to each his own:)

Loveless said...

wow~ that was really good,i wish fountains really where reel in my life.

The Young Radicals said...

simply beautiful
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Witness said...

Heartless, thx:)u never know:)

Witness said...

Thx tinymiyo:)