flows
flows
time flows forward in impression the darkness is behind
strewn of blackened ashes only a few embers remain lit
while the dead have no expression and no ghosts to find
stand aside counting the lashes flinching as each has hit
rivers flow down a depression puddle in pools dark blind
far ahead a waterfall crashes and here the insects still flit
create a sun sparkling collection as the silent stones grind
briefly as the giant sky clashes afraid that motion will quit
love flows in or out in succession leaving the heart lined
as in the moment hope flashes but then settles a little bit
awaiting the natural correction in a dream which shined
and slowly heals the deep gashes into a small shallow slit
leaving a last hint of corruption when whimperer whined
learning to live with disruption as if the creator designed