Precipitate

Mute skies reflected upon stale slate water...
Clings to the pebbles living beneath the sand
In their horror of the day

The waves roll back submerging a history
of ships and storms

Into streams they swirl
Into winds they curl

In the sky, evaporate.
Fall
Rain
Turn
Sink
Cycle

Back. Over rooftops and down again...

Clear liquid transparent diving from the blue yonder

To hope for the rays in the darkest places of the Earth
And that is such a righteous way to live
In the exploration of love.