625 Days

When the world doth fall will you remain?

Fifteen thousand hours I spend waiting

at rocky end; I wait and wait again

Until at last you begin creating.

You molded shape from none; coaxing with hands

into a divine existence, new form.

The lakes or mountains, the seas and the sand

Leap to your touch, ever gentle or warm.

But power breaks me down to single cell,

A new beginning from which I can grow.

Against my lips, cold water from the well;

I understand now what it is to know.

My Queen, the stars and space call out your name;

Naught in the universe will end your reign.