elegiac

You might be that water, that blueness that is all,

All we need for all –

But oh! Over and over it is your nature,

For like water, your beauty does not stop

Your crashing, your deafening fall.

 

The lip of the hill, the cresting rest of your nape,

Is like a word in wait –

But oh! Over and over it is your nature,

For like water, your beauty is cruel,

Too often, beauty’s word is ‘hate’.

 

Something, seen for its best can but wait to decay,

You are your best today.

Over and forever, you have become your nature

And like it you have icy hardened,

Till time chips your lips, your beauty away.