Let us stroll
along the banks
of this river
called love. Hope we fall in.
Feel the cool spray over your face,
as in slow motion,
you start to embrace the gentle waves.
Let the water pour over skin,
seeping through our clothing
clinging to our bodies a hug.
Warming the heart within.
Let's not dip our toes,
just drop our guards
expose ourselves
to the potential cold
and the undercurrent below.
Feel the pull of the deep depths
as little fish nibble at feet
to welcome them into the undertow.
Be shown where the river goes.
An illuminating light display,
the city seen from
such an obscure view,
as the waters cover you,
giving you a whole new
depth of view.
The river of love
will show it all to you.
It always knows
the best places to flow.
Separate our
bodies from souls,
spread out across
the waterways
like a cloud,
soaking it all in.
Now you can provide the rainfall
over deserts of deserted dreams,
I'll provide the rainbows
to share the
beauty that lies within.
And where that rainbow sits
upon the ripples at landfall,
there won't be a pot of gold,
but a locket of joy. Sharing
an image of you
and an image of me.
Staring lovingly
at each other eternally.
Which can float gently out
to the ocean of memory.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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