So little else amid this world
Could give such peace to me
As I in your arms still and curled
I, stone; and you, the sea

So little else amid this world
Could give such peace to me
As I in your arms still and curled
I, stone; and you, the sea
In warmest waters
I find a home like none else
Where quiet lives free
Like a great standing stone
Is the wise man
Is the great man
Within me
Like the timbers
Of a ship’s hull
He braves seas
He braves storms
Yet so like the wind
Is that wise man
Is that great man
Within me
Who is ever-present
Yet ungraspable
One moment there
Then gone
I walk upon a dark and frozen lake
Beneath a sky bereft of stars and moon
And wondering if each next step I take
Will bring the plunging cold more near, more soon
I have but one wish:
That Earth and I remain one
Ere and after life
Rise not gently
At the dawn
To look is not to see
To hear is not to listen
To sense is not to know
Nor is to speak, to speak wisdom
A child looks out upon the world and sees
A land of promise, colors bright and true
I wish to look, through their eyes, at this freeze
And their imaginings I’ll take on too
When will the sun come
Triumphant from behind clouds
To shine upon me?
With quiet grace
And thoughtful slowness
It rides currents
Seen without sight
As in its world
It exists with
Beside
Near
Over
Under
Never less or greater
Only ever a part