Whispering Water Poem by Declan Doyle

I hear the whispering of water when I hold her,
Like the lapping of infant waves at a calmed lake's edge.
The warmth of her, the shape of her, the rhythm of her breathing,
Just us, then, under the great star resplendent sky at night.
Then comes sleep, just me left, with the remnants of the day's thoughts,
With the why, the what for, the search for evidence of life,
Life out there, on earth, in me, the old me, the new me, the future me,
The whispering water knows the answers; the lapping never ends.