He waits patiently
whilst the sun kisses his brow
by the river of dreams
does his heart beat hard now
he looks at the reflections
in the water cool and clear
and sees himself rippling
gently in unison
with leaves of green
on swaying trees
and above his head
puffy white clouds
drift slowly past
caressed by a sapphire sky
suddenly the sound of delicate feet
that tread so lightly on meadows deep
meets his solitude and awakens him
Is this not love that he is truly in?


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris