Living Water Poem by Dijon Noble

The day was my sight and brought the cover from deceit, consoling me in the light of reality it brought me from the solace I found in sleep.

How sublime it is to see the reflection of magnificence, my soul reached my throat and water was sent, my thirst ascended my hope and stagnant water sullied my essence.

As precipitation fell through eyes which are the windows of the house of life, we laugh and cry sounds pronounced through the fountain of the perceptive mind.


~Dijon Noble~