Watery Majesty
Black as molasses,
The water is dark,
Flowing in silent allure,
There by the farm,
Thick with tannins from bark,
Swarthy and soft and so pure.
Watery majesty,
Deeper than hell,
Coursing forever in pitch,
Ripples like snakes,
And so earthy the smell,
Sounds to beguile and bewitch.
There is the snekke boat,
Wooden and long,
Taking me to the next stop,
Watery majesty,
Where I belong,
Floating in leisure atop.
Dark is the ambiance,
Underworld gloss,
Shady in silhouette tones,
Mournful and tranquil,
Empathic to loss,
Aye, such a balm to my bones…
adamdaniel 