Drops of water fall
off the endless edge
becoming a pilgrimage

Each one creating
infinite arrays
of waterways

In a breath
a ripple starts
many bind our hearts

Seemingly small ones
made in an instant
can become permanent
even resistant

Some remarkable drops
larger than the rest
become a lover’s manifest

Then the cycle repeats
each drop now our own
to sculpt and make known

The ripples that come next;
waves within your control  
as you’re the ocean in my soul