Ripples
Painting a lilly pad with the tip of your finger
The thoughts of the pond and images still linger
Plunging deeper to the depths you search and explore
Ripples never reaching the lips of the parched, thirsty shore
The body and mind it’s waters has drenched
Still leaves you yearning , the soul left unquenched
Why do you come here begging to be pleased
the ripples of water only promised and teased
What still brings you here, like the rabbit and fox, the hunter and the deer.
It is knowing, when you return, I will always be here
Though the time and distance we seem so far apart
We will always be close, with the pond in our heart
Tim Rogers aka: Jolly Roger
