Water’s Call

Original DDE™ art: “Water’s Call” by: rob kistner © 2/5/26

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the water falls — where silence grew
a silver thread the forest knew
now carves its song in shaded stone
to your troubadour heart, it calls — come home

cold mist drifts soft through cedar’d air
a hymn repeats — a whispered prayer
the cliff confides the truth it knew—
the water falls — where silence grew

each drop recalls the mountain’s bone
its patient work — by centuries hone
the darkened wall — current made true
a silver thread the forest knew

cascade resounds — forest refrains
a vow renewed by falling rains
the gorge replies in timeless tone
it carves its song in shaded stone

you stand, undone, and understand
the gentle reach of this open hand
why no matter how far you roam—
to your troubadour heart, it calls — come home


Original DDE™ art: “Jimi“ by: rob kistner © 2/5/26

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rob kistner © 2/5/
26

Poetry at: dVerse