Ripples

The myriad of ripples reaches out to the shore.
the pebble thrown carelessly drowns in the depth ofthe seabed.
Before I could reach out, the hesitant hands are drawn back.
I throw another pebble in  the blue, instead.
A tune lingers on the lips of the sea.
The pebbles lie underneath as words unsaid.
The delicate skin trembles as I sit back in awe.
As my heart compels me to taste the moment,
the ripples surrender themselves to the exuberant bedspread.