Whence Came You

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