The Sound of Water

The flowing cadence of words

Bobbing along the surface and sinking

Into my bones and along my skin

The drag of consonants over my ears

Pushes me below the roaring rush

Of vowels, silently slipping

My eyes skim over the waves

Recognizing emotion under artifice,

I am swept into the stanzas

A continuous pull of noise

Washing over the moment

And fading into the next

Each drop of a letter drips,

Through the page and beyond

Into the eyes of those who read

Warmth of sound surprises me

The shape of my mouth like the sun,

Giving meaning to the intricate syllables

Like the sand, I am renewed

With each surge of words

I am able to feel more

Each enlightenment of water

As unique as the one within it

And the one creating it