DROWNED WITHOUT TRACE

Your words have drifted too far from me,
And mine have from you the same,
Where once there was a flowing spring,
Of sparkling clear praise and honour,
Has meandered alone murky rivers,
To join an ocean of nouns and adjectives,
Drowned without trace,
No meaning,
No sense,
No clear understanding why,
Just left with a salted swirl of undertow.
Now only a real longing thirst to find,
That source of the spring of sparking rhyme.