THE FLOW OF ENDLESS WATER

 

Soft enough to cradle light

strong enough to break stone

falls as insubstantial cloud

something restless, something raw.

First the silence, then the roar

splits the world that once was

scatters sky into the sea

where light dissolves.

 

Restless in its wandering

rises, falls, returns

soft yet strong, in stillness shapes

in motion, it forgets.

 

The flow of endless water

reflects what has been lost

and echoes what remains.

It yields, yet never breaks.

 

Vasiliki Dragouni