Thursday, 19 July 2012


In a small rowboat

That gently rocks
As it croons an archaic lullaby
To a pool of deep water
Whose wrinkles caress
The boat’s wooden hull,
In a subterranean cavern

Vast as the cosmos,

In a silence so profound
It sings,
I sit listening
To the weeping of the stalactite
And discover that in harmony
I too weep,
Not in sorrow
Nor melancholy or despair,
But because the cavern’s ancient song
Begs expression
That my voice cannot attempt
While my soul soars out of my body
To join the immense expanse
That merges this dark place
With the expanding universe.

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