That morning
the path carried
our feet down
to the river
through trees that
tremor like verdant
virgins blushing
in the sunshine.

The water flows gently,
lazily ignoring our chatter
as we sit, two strangers,
listening between the
lines drawn in each
others imagination.

He’d heard the call
of my hearts longing
and answered with
a tumble of words
that caught me
by surprise…
Wise fool and
humble lion
exploring the depths
with this shy fish.

Diving down
again, and again
we surface with
one precious pearl
after another…
Memories, heartache,
insight and secrets,
opening our shells
vulnerable and true.

A voyage began
that morning when
the path carried
our souls down
to the river.
As we stepped
onto our raft of
broken dreams
I felt a shiver
echo upstream.

10/5/11