River of Words (Poetry)

Akin to a stream animated on rocks,
Each syllable embraces its beat.
It longs to ensnare each snapshot of imagination,
By a clause, simplicity harmonizing impact.
It lusts yet may contain innocence,
All to seek the waves of one's tongue.
Waiting for feedback, it is politely taking refuge in the ear.

All this for a happy memory to remain within the chasms of our minds.
Wanting to be apart of us, wanting to be loved.
Searching for an attraction in itself,
The egotist itself wishes to please us.
Are we seduced by the metaphors and similes,
as if to us a secret lover?
Or the offer of a secret meaning that logic yearns for?

It longs to dance, with a skip but not always a rhyme,
And weaken at the notion it may always be in its prime,
As it takes snapshots of imagination,
It too wishes to leave snapshots with us.
The very anatomical structure of the river of words
Is too human in too many ways.
Most of all, it wishes like us to be understood.