By d
Date: 28 February 1998

whirlpool

a whirlpool 
that's what we are 
full of eddies and swirls 

sometimes becoming cloudy with dirt 
the muddy words of anger 
pushing us over 
taking us down 

and then the sunshine reflects
off the surface of our love
the fear is forgotten 

splash 

and the pool fills with 
colored rocks for us to collect
slowly 
over time 

our shared collection will grow 

and we wash the mud from the first stone..