Through desperate eons of longing
I look for the ray
Stealing through the palm fronds and the somnolent waters.
The breeze and its sibilant thoughts create ripples
and disturb my peaceable companion '
throws it into turbulent longing that echoes mine.
The longing for life
Finds surging consonance
In the now calm, now ruffled waters
And I dip my hand,
Ever so gently,
Into that longing, and wait
To come up with
Droplets of a future meaning.