As waters flowing smoothly over weathered stones, In steady streams of motion, Undeterred by obstacles, Swirling serpentine around and over and through, Furrowing forward. Deafening the air with the rush of its purpose. Expending itself fully until it reaches the sea, So are my thoughts toward you. Each day, I awaken my thoughts of you. And each night, I put your words gently to bed in my heart.
Day follows night.
Night follows day. A solemn ritual. Breathless Sometimes, as we walk, You loop your arm through mine. A simple thing. A simple act, That takes my breath away.