The Silhouette of Shores

Skipping stones across dream’s wide lake,
Skimming the surface of soul-full disdain,
Holding the essence of life in my hands,
Then letting it soar, far, to the other shore.
Concentric ripples resonant in the still water.
Broken whispers echo,
Cracking this pottery of poetry,
Fragile like liquid’s face yet so deep.
Ancient rocks swim to the bottom of darkness.
Flattened smoothed by time, wind, the churning of earth,
Ideas and hopes take flight through the air.
The friction of water kisses them with each touch.
Cold seemingly lifeless stones,
Holding onto the power that released them.
Even the gravity you place on their roundness,
Will not prevent them from reaching,
Their destiny.