Monday, May 4, 2009

The Hands That Rocks The Water Tank

Its been long,
through summer, through winter,
fullfilling the tank..
high up, greater altitude.

Overwhelmed by the still of the spring.
To the point of it ripple's,
rippling by the breathe...

Was that probabbly the wind that blews..
Or was it just my feeling through.

That Hands