by Edward Alan Bartholomew
Water, water, everywhere Water here, water there Waiting for a drop of air To fall upon the soil bare Bare and barren, without care Sand fills in this empty place Empty piece of empty space This inorganic living race Thriving in an empty case Lined with shining liquid lace Meddle blue and Meddle round Meddle dripping without sound Rippling echoes, newly found: Seamus stoned, Seamus drowned Without a sound, his death unfound You set a stone upon the bank Giving depth, the water's rank Leaping 'long the river's flank The stone you set has gone and sank In the water we both drank I found you there, sitting there I see your face, so pure, so fair I step into this place, your lair I'd give you love I'd give you care But water, water's everywhere |
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