Chapter 27: Smiling

Water splashes on rocks below
Somehow I feel less hollow
In the paradise you cause
By making me smile
A broken vase
Sits at odds with the pile
Of accumulated trash
Formerly my emptiness
Would let this wash
Past me, the simple beauty
Of the rush
White waters press
As it attempts to crash
Into rock and duty
Your cherry blossoms extend
The depths of this odd paradise
Of rock and water
Crashing on endless
As my thoughts expend
As my childish whims excise
In need of a spotter
For my descent into my emptiness
Shrinking from every exposure
To you, my infernal temptation
If I were but the king of this
Land of crashing water and rock
You as my queen could endure
The pressures you so rarely mention
But I cannot miss
The hesitation you would surely mock
Water splashes below
Somehow I feel less hollow
In this paradise of crashing water on rock