A grain of sand jumped into sea
Begins its slow descent
Through ripples, bubbles, currents - all
Chasing wonderfully
Still guided by the shining star
Who would not forget of where
Until it sinks a little more
And surrounds become less clear
Spinning - once in a while up
Curving - once in a while down
Twisting - all the while moving
Closer to the ocean floor
Beneath the heavy waters
Move with the owning hum of Earth
Turn dark and depth to shelter
And every now and then a glimmer
Will nudge a preoccupied mind
Like small voices muffled, not even echoed
Are they yours or are they mine?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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