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The Water's Skin
© February 8, 2009, Roy Stucky

I am looking for a passageway whose doors don't close
To lock away the places where the blessing flows.
There are shadows moving slowly far beneath my toes.
The languor of their liquid dancing laughs at prose.

I see poetry in motion but don't see it clear.
The answer to the mystery's not given here.
In addition there's a music I can barely hear
Whose melody holds Beauty like one molten tear.

We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to dive within.
We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to swim.

As my friends prepare for travel I'm still looking down.
They wonder why the butterfly won't paint the town.
I suspect the golden compass that the leader found.
How strange to be the one who doesn't trust the ground.

We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to dive within.
We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to swim.