Drought

Drought

I search for you but i can’t find you

i looked and a glimpse couldn’t see

you keep eluding me.

 

Where art thou, o fair maiden?

You who bestows the gifts of words to men of

wisdom,

and oratory to men of learning and understanding.

 

Sitting in the dark, i pant for your light;

thirsty i am, and long to be filled by the sweet

waters from your lips.

 

Empty am i when you leave me

unschooled am i without your tutelage

useless unless you enrich me.

 

Teach me that i might others teach,

fill me, that i might bestow unto others of the

bounty

inspire me and let me others ignite.

 

Giver of words, inspirer of men

where…. art… thou?



4 thoughts on “Drought” by topazo (@topazo)

  1. Good one..thanks for sharing

  2. Lost your muse ba? Sorry o!

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