Softness and life
gently packed closely
In bonds of three
On it the dead float
under it the living
transcend into the void
It’s very memory is profound
existing even before men did,
witnessing the rise
and fall of empires
Running on and over everything
Like a map through time itself
Oh the tales it could tell
Of war and of love
Of unjust men twisting
the tales of history
Of the birds that
exist no more
and of the beasts
that could terrify
you to the bone
with a sound and a stare
Softness and life
bearing witness
but sharing no tales
giving life
giving death
A map we barely see
A book we cannot read
such is the mystery
the mystery of softness
the mystery of blue and depth
the mystery of water.