Through desperate eons of longing I look for the ray Stealing through the palm fronds and the somnolent waters. The breeze and its sibilant thoughts create ripples and disturb my peaceable companion ' throws it into turbulent longing that echoes mine.
The longing for life Finds surging consonance In the now calm, now ruffled waters And I dip my hand, Ever so gently, Into that longing, and wait To come up with Droplets of a future meaning.
