The shape of water
The shape of water
The shape of water and the sounds of time together
yet only if I consider the source
I stand by babbling stream and contemplate the
hours and welcome how small this waters force
I watch from the shore as she swims across the pond
in her daily routines and her hourly dreams
I marvel too about the flow of water over her
body and the way it gleans
One day I will ask her can I swim along with you
we’ll become one in fluid motion
we’ll never lose the flow of these waters
time like a soothing lotion
And touch softly the goose pimples spread along her arms
and the love itself through her vein’s
we were one once in this shape of the waters
and then along came the rains
Yet today I watch her swim alone because there
she is unreachable and one with her inner self
tomorrow though we swim together
as the shape of the water closes upon itself
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Thought-provoking Ed and nicely phrased. Well done my friend.
Nicely penned, Ed. I enjoyed reading this poem.