The Fountain

Music fills my mind,

Threatening to drown out your words,

As I lay by a fountain,

Looking up at the night sky.

The moon smiles down at me,

As I listen to the water trickle down;

Splash, drip, slash…

The trickling matches my beating heart.

The sound is serene

Like autumn rain.

Happiness seems so distant,

Unobtainable like the coins

Resting at the bottom of the fountain;

Lost treasures,

At the bottom of an ocean

Of wishful thinking.

How I long to grasp those wishes

In the palm of my hand;

The gentle murmur of the water

Quiets those ambitions.

Your voice tares at my heart once more,

Like lions tarring meat from their prey;

The fountain becomes an echo

At the back of my mind.

Your words are steel quills,

That embed themselves

Deep into my soul,

And I know in that moment,

That it will take more than one afternoon

Listening to the calm music of the fountain,

To drown out all of my pain.