Thirst

Can you hear that laughter? 

By the stream around that corner?

Yes the one overflowing with ruddy flood waters.

It has been raining without a pause and I run with a whim;

to be drenched in those times of yonder,

when your shadow and mine merged into

this bliss of flood;

Where you began and I stopped to be;

And laughter tickled, chased and overwhelmed me.

I ran along the stream then, 

to escape that laughter.

I run now along this rain drenched path

And hear an echo of that mirth.

I am drenched yet again in you

But the thirst within remains.