Ripple
by: E. A. Bartholomew

Water, water, everywhere
Water here, water there
Waiting for a drop of air
To fall upon the soil bare
Bare and barren, without care

Sand fills in this empty place
Empty piece of empty space
This inorganic living race
Thriving in an empty case
Lined with shining liquid lace

Meddle blue and Meddle round
Meddle dripping without sound
Rippling echoes, newly found:
Seamus stoned, Seamus drowned
Without a sound, his death unfound

You set a stone upon the bank
Giving depth, the water's rank
Leaping 'long the river's flank
The stone you set has gone and sank
In the water we both drank

I found you there, sitting there
I see your face, so pure, so fair
I step into this place, your lair
I'd give you love I'd give you care
But water, water's everywhere