my hands have ten rivers <br />there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms <br />no mountain peaks to view the world <br />holistically, <br /> <br />my hands have ten crystal clear ponds <br />my hands mirror my face <br />my hands surrender <br />my hands open <br /> <br />they are all yours too and you are so cruel <br />you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon <br /> <br />you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed <br />of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea <br /> <br />'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! ' <br /> <br />i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence. <br />i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means. <br /> <br />let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me. <br />i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hands-6/
