A single act of love
A single pebble,
dropped into calm waters,
I watched the ripples grow.
The sound could only be a treble,
it's still heard across many waters,
by sailors, even as they row.
I cease to be a rebel,
like clay in the hands of master potters,
I appoint you the baker and I'll be your dough
With your love so strong, I tremble,
though among the poorest of paupers,
an eagle I've become, instead of a crow.
Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2016