In space yet travelled
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Water Is Wide
The Water is Wide,
Sings the cello
Riding the waves, notes
Reverberating from crest to crest
Water spills into the f-holes and overflows
White caps froth, black
Swells of gail winds
Still the low melodic
Strumming like a
Mother's humming
quelling a child's discord.
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