Still
Symbolically the richest of my poems! Everything means something :)
Still
Stars hang in the sky
Visible with the sun
No air to turn blue
I cannot stay dry
But no reason to run
So the stream in the city
Paused, silent, still,
Ran from the ocean
Powers the old mill
And taken no pity
One beautiful moment
In time standing still
Seen, but not believed
A destiny conceived
With paper and quill.
One beautiful place
Has the strongest will
I see only your face
Standing, frozen, still.