At first, my words settled
Like lilies upon the water’s surface.
They floated in your mind
But never found the root, buried,
Tethered to the river bed.
One day, I felt my words burrow
Beneath your skin, diving,
Like a cormorant, in search of fish.
Pushing against the current,
Wings like dorsal fins.
I was sure my words
Had found your heart,
Had settled there to sleep.
Draped in the warmth of the earth,
Sun-baked beating soil.
But still, my words merely whispered
Through grassy spaces.
They tickled your lips like leaves,
And at last, fell like a tree,
Drowned by the bellow of the wind.