Water Cycle
Do spring the parched dust
of palates unhinged in thirst
waiting for cracked clouds
and marbled eyes
Do watch the grey light
shafting skin of sky and rain
sitting on the edge
to nip surprise
Do lift the white moon
on silver strings to star beat
floating on dew drops
and water beads
Do calm the ocean
a swelling wave impatient
waiting for cracked clouds
to cycle forth...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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