Monday, January 30, 2012
At the Water's Edge
At the water's edge, I have found a friend.
The rhythmic lapping of each wave
is a comfort--I have come to depend
upon the starlit water, upon the deep blue sky
and upon the tinkling waterfall as it
rushes, passing by.
He broke his stride for me He threw me a rope I threw a rock at his head He was generous It was his nature I pushe...