Sunday, May 18, 2003



we are fountains
splashing helplessly
surrender ourself to this longing lands

leaping high
just a second before
we fall

fall as soundless
as voices flow
into each other's path
beneath our secret tides
while rainbows snared
into our sands of water

voices of these quiet fountains
voices of melting reflections
voices of our depths

it's like a minstrall's song
exhausted by faraway quest
for a kind of redemptions,
when a crescent lurks
upon our restless skins

we are fountains
as water by its lightness
have splendoured over us
so flowing are we
into each other's soul