It’s strange to think that all this time
And times before when you were mine
And times right now when I just think
Of your pure water I must drink.
A stream so near but river far
Is like to me just what you are
Water’s running, time it ticks
Your glue, it binds. You’re glue; it sticks.
There is no sense to this my rhyme
I write with thought, long lost time
A thought forgotten: time we shared
Thought forgotten: I hope you cared.
© Kris Blackburn 13/10/2015