The crashing of the water on the rocks
Reverberated out – a constant roar,
My fingers twined themselves within her locks
She kissed me as we lay upon the shore.
The moisture in the air and on the breeze
Nourishing the forest, lush and green.
The therapeutic swaying of the trees,
As the river thundered through the drenched ravine.
The pounding of the water into steam,
A sacred place of latent overflows.
The noise becomes a thought becomes a dream
It rose and fell and rose and fell and rose.
The sun portrayed a rainbow in the mist
She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed.
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Martin Fraser
Gardener, cook, poet and novelist.
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