Water in the ocean deep
pulled up from darkened depths
to the surface, out of sleep
warmed by sunlight once again
In the air into a cloud,
by wind blown to the eastern shore
not the first time it's allowed
to take to flight and steady soar
Back to the earth to furnish life
and slake its thirst for this day's rain
life's a stream of consciousness
that westward flows to the ocean
Setting suns each twilight brings
echo death knells, thunder rings
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Water in the ocean deep
pulled up from darkened depths
to the surface, out of sleep
warmed by sunlight once again
In the air into a cloud,
by wind blown to the eastern shore
not the first time it's allowed
to take to flight and steady soar
Back to the earth to furnish life
and slake its thirst for this day's rain
life's a stream of consciousness
that westward flows to the ocean
Setting suns each twilight brings
echo death knells, thunder rings
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