There is a fountain.
It springs up from the deepest expanse of my soul.
The ebb and flow of it can be as shallow as the tide pools at the
beach.
Yet the depth can be as immense as the abyss of the sea.
The hidden tumult of passion resounds in the breath of life we
receive.
We quake, shake and shudder.
We writhe in the throws of anticipation, not knowing the outcome
of our feelings.
Words cannot express it.
Spoken only to describe, yet very inadequate.
So we swim in the sea of emotions.
Hoping to not drown in our sorrows.
Riding high on the waves like the surfer.
We struggle to keep an even keel,
Only to find that outstretched arms are not enough keep our
balance.
And then it subsides.
We smile, cry, and try to verbally express,
Only to find that what we most fear is the reality,
That we truly are alone.
We try in vain to share from our well,
Only to barely skim the surface.
We are never able to expose the true depth, because the fountain
springs eternal.
It only ceases, when we stop to reflect and then with no ripples
or disturbance.
The surface becomes crystal clear.
Then we can see forever.
The coins that we toss incessantly seeking the bottom, only to
drift downward,
Never finding the bottom.
Ó Robert Hullender