Parable Number One
I keep only company with mortals
Clothed with naked sand
But I am always water
Threatening the sun.
Frozen or sublimed, I am the ancient one
Above, beneath and in between
Making dust and binding flesh
The thirst of the world I am
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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