THE BOOK OF WATER

In the crypts of the library of life
where my soul desires to write
with the rarest pen that has golden ink
and write the truest story
beyond misconceptions and grasps of the decayed
on the ocean called purity
and sit on its placid surface
which is as clear as a crystal
and write words that will forever smolder
in truth on the pages of the book of water

On the perfect face of the moon
the story will be reflected to the stars
from its very pages made of elixir of life
it words..
will not dance on the lips of gossipers
in the frowning hearts it will not find love
whenever they ruffle its pages
they will be washed anew
for only the pure in heart
can fathom the language of hearts
written on water

I cast my request to the Librarian of life
that my eyes may see the rarest scripts
that my soul may fathom the rarest art
that my heart may know the ultimate joy
as my mind tastes wisdom
on the face of the portrait inside out
that has answers written on watery pages
on the book of water
the fountain of truth
that is between the heart and soul