Flooding a village

You drank what I hid in my pocket

Because I tried to be reasonable

Though all I desired was going mad

With you maybe or with the idea

That you had planted in my soil

One night when

I was still sleeping, unsuspecting

And naïve, to a certain extent

Not anticipating that rain soon

Would leave the soil wet, create

A hatchery of saplings overgrowing

Houses, corroding all that

Cannot be reversed, I didn’t dare

To speak and then had to say it all

In one go, a waterfall fed by a glacier

Flooding a village and a town 

The entire valley of things under construction

Because objectives didn’t matter

And neither did I or you for that matter

What would have been better

To never know or to drown

In the glacier's hidden meanings 
That you and I had shared