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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EdF

Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

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