It’s a guess of what we are, better friends strewn from some star, and my guess is we see through a scene. Johnathon or David, placed in earth’s ring, and we climb looking for a Haiku’s end, though to find, life’s not clear, Dante’s rhyme, words straight on though this life full of sin. Raise the forest from their din, world of wonder for us friends. Though we pray our hearts are strong enough, round the world, will life be enough, we will find when all comes to a close, your eyes grey, and mine might be closed. There will be water flowing through, all our worlds will see clear water through. Clear water!
Like when children, we built a dam, tried to stop the laws of man, and they came, and tore us into two, round this world they bore through me and you. Came the rains that we could not hold on, oh my friend we cried through it all, for clear water. Where we go, the sky still comes, dropping hints, that we are not done, so it goes from your breech, you will not fall, oh my friend open up and drink clear water.
Leon dwells from day to day, setting time with words he plays, and he listens to all that goes. Ancient pulse, his brother knows, for the challenge of my lost years, I would go deep inside, take your tears, and there I’d find, nothing wasted or nothing new, just the dew of G-Ds chosen few, from clear water.
Folly makes the world were in, maps are drawn by simple men, though they make chains, we still will fly, graft our armor from stars passing by. For we know, little brother for the world were in, those of mystic, and places where we been. When we bend down to bare our heads, in the end when chaos is dead. When we touch the place of debtor’s relief, there as brothers, we will find, we will finally drink of clear water. Clear water. – 02.28.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This poem was inspired by J.R. Richard’s song “Clear water” (video below), it is written for my friend Leon whom lives in Greece. I have never met Leon, but yet I have, and I feel sure as my brother on the other side of the world we are searching so diligently for the same thing. He might be just a little closer than I, to finding clear water.
J.R. Richard – Clearwater