Walk Across the Brook

Walking silently in the rain down a long trail chasing nowhere... leaving somewhere behind.... then's of yesterday fading and falling... out of reach... out of touch... out of mind. Footloose with desires whose scents glide through the air, their fragrance beckoning... stirring images of a sojourn toward a place laced with fine textures of undiscovered wishes and pristine passions. Your words and caring sitting gracefully atop a tender heart searching the brightness of day... the darkness of night... gaining perspective for the journey within.

Like venturing across a brook... wanting to reach the other side... step by step... moment by moment, one foot before the other gazing quietly into chilly running waters hoping not fall... eyes gripping the distant shore where tall meadow grasses sway softly on the bank in the breeze. Stopping for a moment, looking backward with comfort... smiling at all left behind knowing it is not forsaken but held within deeply... perhaps with greater love than originally realized. Yet, enchanting voices calling from afar whisper with a tenderness asking nothing... their presence divine their spirits enticing. Peacefully bowing toward the past while turning once again forward... sunlight breaks through the clouds warming cheeks with its lingering caress. Feeling sharp pebbles below... a tingle in the mind... small feet move towards tomorrow following their longing for a happier time.

Once upon the shore... turning with a smile and waving to you... knowing you are there and I here... each of us picking up a flower from our side of the stream.... smelling it... then a tear as we toss them into the water watching them float slowly on the surface to some shared place... their smell forever ingrained in our souls... we each walk into the mists, you on your side and I on mine... knowing... one of us needed to cross the unknown.... to find and discover rainbows who offer their breathe so vital to growth.