The Well

I'm a well of words never spoken

An abyss of emotions never expressed,

Occasionally the water will sway

Followed by long droughts of stillness.

I'm a river flowing nowhere

Every sensation floats along its stream,

Every unseen, gliding thing,

Dancing, dissipating

And dispersed through the breeze.

I'm the keeper of lost thoughts

Ephemeral and formless,

Like a puddle when the clouds part

Evaporating through the onset of the morning.

Occasionally the pool will stir

And reflect movement from the outside world,

Brief glimpses of light come across the sky

And are spangled along its surface.

The silence and stillness are disrupted

By tremors in my earthquake life,

You'll see the water swell up

Veiling the obscurity of my eyes.