WHIMSICAL POETRY

Once upon a time....
Sometime between 1988 and 1992

There was a fish swimming up
There was a lion roaming through
a river; always it seemed, against
a jungle; always, it seemed, roaring at the
the current. Pushing and fighting, but always..
unseen. Fighting and crying for the right
calm. For the water had given the fish
to be at peace. For the jungle created places to hide,
a direction, and knowing there was a path cooled
but danger hid, also. The lion had to be always
the fear. But the cool and empty water left her
on guard, looking for the next battle,
lonely for some warmth, some
always a battle for peace..
passion. So she sought with all her strength.
And always winning, for he was always prepared
Her strength came from purpose, her
But never at peace. For his strength was
purpose was bourne of need, which
his fear, his fear was bourne of knowledge;
grew from knowledge. From
of memories from past battles. He knew that
knowing that if there was cold, there
if there was war, there must be peace.
Must be warmth. And always the
cool, soothing peace. But as always the
cool sound of water ran through
hot sounds of battle ran through
her mind -----
his mind -----

One day they came together.

© Copyright 1998, K.T.L./Whimsical1

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