Water Sleeps

Water sleeps beneath its blanket of empty sky.    
The wind will stir its peaceful slumber    
 
Affections tender waves may advance, but the doubting shore will always keep them at bay.    
   
They crash against the face of the cliff, calling out "Come down O maid!"  

Like  hounds on the trail of Tennyson, they pound the rocky path of time.    
   
Water will  leap and stretch, reaching for its love, the star upon a sparkling spire.                
   
But will fall forevermore