The Impossible Death of Water

The Impossible Death of Water

Stones discovered water,

and were the first to love.

The flowers loved after.

Roses still grow to troll near the ocean.

Mountains enrapture the moonmothered waters,

and treasure them toward.

The lure of the long blue

captures poets and seafaring bards.

What is endless, enthralls.

Invisible and astral,

water coheres the cosmos.

It nourishes space,

and augments the gaze,

the clairaudient calls.

I hear the dragons better by water,

and the beings who travel through stars,

my own selves wandering lakes.

The lightforce of water powers all love.

Love sounds the infinites of sea.

My sound is set to water,

and all the mythical love.

© J. William Miller 2005