Fountain of Youth

Fountain of Youth

the sea is dark and angry
threatening the final flood
waves hurl themselves on jagged rocks
retreat in frothing blood

yet water is the key to life
perhaps Nature’s greatest miracle
the moon conducts the tidal suite
wind and percussion rhythmical

a waterfall is magical
it anchors sky to earth
the rainbow vows tomorrow’s sun
a promise with no worth

I thought the kiss from your lips
brought hope from the Fountain of Youth
now the desert of my life reveals
not a tiny drop of truth

as my beguiling goddess
becomes Satan in disguise
the rivers turn back up the hills
and the ocean simply dries

Click here to hear this poem put to music by Kris Anderson, my California-based friend and musician extraordinaire. Kris has a wonderful talent of capturing the essence of the poetry and yet adding so many more layers to the words. My thanks to him, once again.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.

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