Water Touch

I'm still water,
A calm forest pool,
I'm still water,
No need to move.

Sometimes thrilling water,
Rushing past your ears,
Then as lovely water,
I wash away your tears.

Usually lost water,
I slip through the stones,
And also sad water,
Which no body knows.

When I'm fiery water,
I burn your toes,
I'm the devils daughter,
Enraged by coals.

I've flowed down valleys wide and mighty,
Over mountains bold and proud,
Through the hairs of a maidens head,
Places forever untold.

I am just water and forever will be,
Well... that is my life described aquatistically.

The Start

The start is white, the canvas clear, innocence is true.

The end is black, the art complete, the question has not moved.

The course is grey, the lines unclear, objectives in the shadows.

The start has passed, the time is now, to build up to the gallows...