You were never a extension of my mortal reckoning 

Rather, I was a flower budded yet unfurled 

Each petal waiting for sun and rain

to offer substance on this arid corporeal plane

Through you the expanding world is truly beckoning 

While you hunger, I thirst 

drinking deeply of your wonder

I listen to the world harmonize as you sing

with the voice of thunder 

A child ripples a mother's world 

like water blessing rock

into polished stone

Because of them we can

follow the river on it's course

and trace our measure

back to the source