I fill the cup …

Transience of time
the changes of every
moment I’ve moved towards you
adrift in the bluest flow of living

I drink freely …

We travel together/apart
even for the shortest time
Emerging souls set against the
ravishes of each days end

I am still thirsty …

you bring me to the edge
exposed beyond these words
like the ocean’s tears unable
to quench its own sorrows

I want to know …

as I walk my heart the empath
beyond this city of my longing
the fullness my own words
falling short, so short of you, yet

I fill the cup …

still drinking from a chalice
left empty of the life where
leaves are already falling, where
the treeline pillars the sky
in southern formations of light
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© K. James Ribble