A While:

Come unto me
let thy waters wash you free
cast out all that was
and replenish all that is
fear not the time
or place that resides
here in the dell
of the echoed yet haunted mind
opulent need held fast
by the cooling rapids
that rinse the dirt
collective thoughts
shattered by pierced droplets
of ever cooling sheens of glass
rushing down the spine
coursing the finger tips
as if reborn again
in the blink of a eye
the chord of discontent snaps
the aches and pains of yesterday
left to gather their own selfs
perpetuated by a unmodern
unfree thinking world
shelter me hold me
in this crazy mixed up earth
edging down under the silence
that is the crystal blanket
I surely do but begin
flowing down on the ripples
one rests aside the bank
and the body fades
to merge with one
and in that moment
for a while at least
I am alive
free and able