Of endless jewels and beads,
Slipping down towards eternity.
A cycle of natures work undone,
It's journey never once begun.

From high the silky ripples bleed,
Slipping over rocks and under trees.
Then break and fall in to the depths,
A man sits there, endless blessed.

The figure hunched and barely breathes,
Looks part forward as if to see.
Around him water sparkles on his skin,
Reflecting most of thoughts within.

Seeking misted eyes pondering the call,
Of falling stream that captures awe.
That heart and chest so tightly bound,
With cold pressure and thunderous sound.

Through waters rumbling voice and arpeggio tone,
With battered mind and heart and bone.
The past always washes down to the sea,
Leaving marvels at life's simple symmetry.



A Christmas present for Yanyi.

(c) 25 December 2000 20:38, Fnagaton.