Imagine your rivers calling
to the stars.  Imagine sleeping
beneath a midnight sky dreaming
through the unfiltered crescent moon,

your vessel rocking, lullabied.
Imagine your rivers calling,
echoing songs of vast darkness,
remembrances of ancient seas.

Imagine floating on silence,
the stillness between your heartbeats.
Imagine your rivers calling
you back to beginnings, the womb

of elemental conception–
currents of matter and spirit
inside indefinable light–
imagine your rivers calling.

For dVerse, where Grace has provided the quatern form. You know I like poetry with lines that repeat.