The Stream Poem by Erick Music

The pulse pushes the blood through my veins, to cure, to help, to wash away the pain.

I can feel every dropp as it is pumped from my heart, as it hits my finger tips and toes, but even as it flows, lifeless I feel, everything I believed to be real is unreal.

The way we used to kiss and touch, the love we shared was an unbelievable rush, of faith and dreams with endless streams that flowed carelessly towards the ocean of our destiny.

Somewhere along the way you decided to stray and take your love to another bay. As I float along this lonely stream, I will begin to heal and start my own dreams.