Seated on my throne of rock
I gaze across your water block
as hidden by fluorescent leaves
I melt into the forest
Ears deafened in your white noise
A poise thought cannot hold
You flow a river through my mind
and cleanse from youth to old
A daze pierced only
by the highest pitch
of a baby bird’s sound or
occasional twitch
at the snap of a branch
from the force that you compound
Peaceful chaos
is water and foam
as summer rain falls lightly
to your mouth
leaving ripples like kisses
upon your Selkie skin
I taste you in the air
& wish to dive in
Knowing the riptide
Could swallow me whole
But if I survive
Oh, the bliss
I would know.
I watch flies skate
in your surface pools
bumper cars in solitude
as the silver glisten of rain on leaf
calls me closer to shed my grief
The mossy roots of ancient trees
Criss-cross my path like snakes to be
As the smell of earth
Beckons me to walk
pine cone littered
Ivy sea
Wetness trickles
through my skin
as greater drops begin
and ferns reach out
to tickle my knees
leading me away
Your frequency fades
to rustling leaves
with wisdom verse
The blackbird speaks
an echo in silence
of what was before
But softer, sweeter
I crave more
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