At the Water's Edge

This poem was first birthed a couple of days ago but only the first line survived and the rest grew quite quickly today.
In the Garden of Infinity [see the last poem] flows a stream...

At the Water's Edge  -  02 & 07 Apr 12


Watching
He waited
With a feeling that he
Was being watched

He crouched
Drank cool stream water
From cupped hands
Nectar

Remembered kisses
Shared in the night
Love wrapped a blanket
Beneath a frosted Moon

“Beloved…”
Sweet voice
Gentle hand
Placed on his neck

Standing
He looked into her eyes
Rekindled the kisses
Breathed her in

Pressed together
They became one
In the moment
In the Garden of Eternity





Muse works in mysterious ways but I am grateful.