How I wonder as waters pervade through the endless seams.
Seems like our precious commodities have bent like metal under pressure;
Hidden from persuading eyes.
Kettles bubble and sing.
Singing to the sleeping babe.
I can hear the fate of your laughter in the sound when the earth shakes.
Carry, don't get carried away.
Let's see what tomorrow brings.
It all comes back like waves carried back to shore.
Sometimes lines cross.
Sometimes weather changes.
The phone rings and it's not for you.
Pressure from the weight of the world, the diamond it hides.
© 5 May 2015 -Sonja J Johnston
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