The waters know what it means to be battered

to and fro.

They don’t fear the sharp rocks

as they slam against them.

They crave the smoothness of the sands

as they wash up against their soft whispers.

The waters wade in solitude because they are creators of storms.

They are gentle at the heart of chaos.

The waters know they come from the tears of happy souls

whose smiles never quite reach the horizon.

The waters know that they will wash away bloodshed of those who only have courage to bleed themselves.

The waters know that they are the beginning and the end of everything

good and bad and all that is in between.