Somewhere in the depths water drops off the tip of stalactites
Slowly free flowing, uneven decline, one after another in zig zag lines
Gently creeping, freefalling while sleeping, the echo of nothing
Peacefully dreaming; a war in the mind laid to rest, no more weeping
Seeping further into the earth’s hardened surface, wet and dark
Cold and comforting, welcoming as death, as warm as your touch
With all the allure, why do you smile so brightly even where no one can see you?
© The Sad Owl