Empty
You stare down the well
And see it ran dry
You remember the spell
That spilled a seed in a river high
Sounds speak in voices
That it's time to let go
Older means no more choices
Every water has to run fast, run slow
Just to think it was that one boat
That ferried two into the unknown
Whoever is about to fall gets caught
In the other's loving arms tightly sown
What happens at this journey's end
When one claims to helm the ship
But the other discards the lover, brands a friend
And touch becomes a thought to skip
The Captain tries as hard as he can
To get back to when request was a quest
Tries to start it over as it first began
Finds in the end that he always facing the test
The virgin and the water-carrier back again
The water-carrier stares at an empty sack
And the virgin turns the other side then
Where is forward when forward has its back?
It's empty. What's empty? A story? A life?
Is it all emptied after being full?
How full was it before the sex split the husband and wife?
Memories aren't empty. Free to push one and one to pull.