Circles & Ripples

We'll always be chasing the centre. Circles through outer ripples. Brought to life a stone's throw- away, we'll drown in quibbles. Never happy with our little pond with our little lot, we'll draw- back on breaths, long drowned. Their woes, glad of awe: Promises that when all else is lost. There is always - something more. Too profound to be discovered. 'Found wanting to be restored.' We'll always be casting an eye- over the water to moments in time when the stillness of all tranquillity, filled our hearts before their prime.