my mind is as a feather
in search of a resting place
caught on light breezes
it feels, it knows
yet grasps not
moved over the face of the deep
a grander mystery than I can conceive
many torrents
these waters
what is held in the fathomless depths?
moved by your mighty breath
fullness I cannot contain
touch only for an instant
a mere whisper
it is too vast for words
shall I alight?
will then I find rest?
no, I shall be carried
in this is my rest
on these, your whispers, that move me
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