Charisma's Art

On the river I saw the ripple give way. It twirled and swirled until it broke apart. One would stop and one would start. Ripple by ripple they all sailed away. Over the edge the Sun did set that day. And it took with it my beating heart. I saw layers and layers of charisma’s art. I prayed I’d wish and I wished I’d pray. By slits of silver shadows the Moon shed light. Casting ripples here and ripples there, One by one they fled from my sight, Surprisingly more ripples did glare. Ripple by ripple my eyes came to see, A great white light shining upon me! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2003