fountainhead

oh wellspring of dreams
oh fount of love
how parched you make me
the better later to engulf me
you cause me to become a desert
but then you flood me with zeal
and so I burn for you
yet without bursting into flame
like a stone lying in sunlight
next you bathe me in that soothing freshness
of your laughter   of your kisses singing
oh wellspring of dreams
may I ever be your handy vessel
oh fount of love
fill me until I overflow

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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