Words From The Well

Have you ever leaned over, and looked into a well.
I'll bet you strained your eyes against the darkness.
Listened closely. What did you see.... what did you hear.
Most likely nothing, but enveloping blackness,
and the silence.... broken only by your own breathing.
Seems as though the well has nothing to offer.
But look again my friend. Listen closer.
The well is a storm from within.
A torrent that bleeds from your soul.
A raging river... a cresting tide.
All that, in a moment of silence.
Once upon a time, the well brought forth cool waters.
It partook of the life it sustained.
Washed the tears from your eyes, and soothed the harsh summer winds.
Gave endlessly to all your needs.
Never once asking for a return.
There was a time when I lived in the country,
and had a sistern.
For those of you who know not what a sistern is...
it's a well of sorts, but you supply the water.
I had to give this well its life.
This is an analogy of life itself.
Always taking.... always giving.
It's nice to take, but even nicer to give.
Just ask the well. It gave of itself completely.
You've heard it said many times....
life is full of hills and valleys.
The well is found in the valley.
Exactly where it should be.
When we need it the most.
When we shall die without it.
......a withering

Look beyond the horizon.
What do you see.
What do you feel.
What is it that comes your way.
What is it that leaves you.
Time is like a river, flowing through my mind.
It never flows in a straight line.
It meanders across the parched plain,
and through the lush land ahead.
When all that's before me cracks the tongue,
I dip into the well.
I reach down... down deeply,
and cup its life in the palms of my hands.
Such a sweet thing when it touches my lips.
Its pleasures on the tip of my tongue.
My mind succumbs to a swirling universe,
imprisoned in a drop of water.
For a moment in time....
for a twinkling of an eye,
the world stands still.
Imprisoned in a drop of water.
Bursting forth its life giving strength.
Come to me my well.
My friend forever.
Return the glint in my eyes.
I shall shun the way of the withered.
With the help of my well.
As dark as it is...
as silent as a sparrow slipping through a moonless sky.
It's all I have, when I've nothing else.
Today I live...
...yesterday is a memory not soon forgotten,
but tomorrow is another mans promise.

Come fly with me under pillow soft clouds. We shall soar above the mighty Oaks, and the leaning
Willows. And when our thirst exceeds our desires, we shall dip into the well. That we may fly once
again in the thin blue sea. Amongst the Eagles, and over the roaring Lions. Touch my wing, and
inherit the wind... One day... when the promise is gone, and there are no more yesterdays.... lay me
down in the Well. I want to give a portion back, that was given to me. Forever imprisoned in a drop
of water. Just one drop.... in a neverending river of time.
meandering..................

more prose by CyberKook