Floating and thinking while tied to the present
And the future in front of me with rusting past;
the rustling, the bustling and the hustling sky
Holds you together a while and then let you fly.
Cometh, oh! cometh my sailor in time of dawn
Me not flotsam, me not jetsam but having fun;
Like that white and gleaming and smiling white
Scattered on the blue plane with scattering light.
My liquid mirror holds it and holds its holder
Standing high heads run away but look closer;
Here me take away and float away the departure
But shall bring back before the expectant sooner.
Oh! See! See me again! I carry hope, I carry love
Ecstasy, agony and story of every ordinary dove;
Many comes and many goes but I remain afloat
They soon forget this wooden log, to rot and rot.
Who says I am alone, come and come, see me close.
Toddlers of water surround me before they sleep;
They jump, they hide, and they pick me with little kisses
I smile, I giggle , I sing and I sleep while time rushes.
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