Briskly traveled from river to road
lines smoothed and grooved
etched a story on you
How ever could it be
that you made your way to me
You made your imprint
inside of me
A collection of stones is all we really have
Gathered where estuaries meet
along our path
Some stay forever
engrained into our being
Some are just along for a ride
waiting
listening
Love every stone
collected along the way
Celebrate the day when we are able
to throw them back
from whence they came
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Briskly traveled from river to road
lines smoothed and grooved
etched a story on you
How ever could it be
that you made your way to me
You made your imprint
inside of me
A collection of stones is all we really have
Gathered where estuaries meet
along our path
Some stay forever
engrained into our being
Some are just along for a ride
waiting
listening
Love every stone
collected along the way
Celebrate the day when we are able
to throw them back
from whence they came
Been waiting for my feeling of flow and inspiration to return. Amen to a day long awaited
