I the Brook

I sprawl on my quiescent stony cradle,
I bare my bosom to the unrelenting heaven
I behold the merciless star; turn me to gold
I adore the darkness; spill its silvery kindness
Stealing the warmth, that seems age old.

I dread the winds, trailing wreckage,
I revere the solitary guardian;
Enduring the inherited malice ,
I envy life sailing on my musical waves
Anticipating a clearer firmament,
Caught between the blue raves
I gush on the dike, like a countless serpent
With a trance to freedom, buried and incessant
I roar loud and clear,
I weep without a tear
I plead, I beg, I fear
But my existence is stated
So I was, I am and will live here…