Gentle waters. 

Almost still. Deep green. 

And the sun in it. 

An uncertain little sun. 

Dancing on soft ripples. 

I saw those lines. I read those words. 

And the boat sailed on smoothly. 

An ancient boat. 

Ornate. Sturdy. 

I stared into the waters green. 

And saw those lines. And read those words.

The boat glided on. Softly. 

Not a murmur anywhere. 

All quiet. All still. 

Amidst  ripples now and then. 

And each ripple a silent verse. 

In waters still. And waters green. 

Brimming with layers of poetry. 

All glistening in a shaky sun. 

As the boat sailed on. Softly through. 

Smoothly past all poetry.  

Lines breaking. Lines abrupt. 

Bursting forth from depths unknown.

And broken lines rejoining. 

And complete lines breaking apart.

As the boat sailed on. Softly through. 

Smoothly past all poetry.