Surfacing Sadness

With the rippling sound of the glorious fountain,
awakens the sadness seated within.
The loudness of the flow cannot underestimate
the chaos of the silence it dared to rate.

The hunger I feel in this not so empty stomach
cannot be dismissed by the lulling hammock.
For thoughts and feelings in twirl combine,
I am left to surrender to the One Divine.

Hear ye, hear ye, what I am not certain of.
These passing things that I need not prove.
Know the unravellings of this mind and heart,
catch every second as I let it part.