Dead Sea Scroll
I watch the rippling water still,
And yet I know the wave flows on.
As if I were upon the rilló
The hope, the will, the spirit drawn.
I know not what caused the great splash
Which gave life curiosity.
I but know 'tis a blinding flash
That encompasses all of me.
I roll with it, by surgeó by pull.
I taste its mist in every breath.
I hear its song, caught by the lull.
A peace that far surpasses death.
I linger there, in moments passed,
Until they fade from memory...
Await but another stone cast
To bring forth life from this dead sea.