Prophet of the Seas

The fall of dropping water
so wears away the stone,
and though our threads are self-contained
we’re woven, not alone.
You fell but from the clouds,
I'm a rider of the breeze,
you speak softly to the ear,
to the prophet of the seas.
I am but a leaf that lingers
on a stream bank’s sandy ledge,
and it takes but a whisper now
to push me from the edge,
and send me water waltzing
spinning gently round a nook,
where waltzing turns to whisking
in the clutches of a brook.
I catch a dipping branch
in this promise to deliver,
rest a moment there
til I’m spun into the river.
Floating in a dream
now looks closer to disaster,
crashing over stones
and peeking crests now ever faster.
But in the bloodstream of this earth,
so clear is my devotion,
for I am but a messenger
from the raindrop, to the ocean.

         

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