I Know Not What...

In order to know what this poem is about you will have to use your imagination. I had to write a poem describing something without really saying what it is.

I KNOW NOT WHAT

I saw it once, after the rain,

It bubbled and simmered,

And murmured my name.

I knew not where is was going,

Nor from where it came.

So I followed it,

 Without fear or shame.

Not knowing if I’d see it again.

Of it essence, I did wonder,

For it danced and it sang,

And it lullabied my name.

Rushing and flowing

 It rounded a bend,

And into a chasm it did descend.

Over the edge, I watched it go,

For it boomed and it rang,

And it bellowed my name.

Plunging and diving

Into the torrent below.

Leaving me to wonder, never to know.