Your voice is like
Blue ripples on a dull pond
It brings me home where I am young again
waiting for the next ripple
My eyes darting

My breath held
Afraid I might scare
away the wonderful creature
Making those ripples
Deep down there.

I must
remember this
Feeling because it may
Depart sooner
Than I

wish.

I tell myself to remember.
the

(ripples)
and what makes them. I tell myself not to

forget.