Sometimes like that of a raging riveras the winters snow melts...

Then at times it's as if the summer has had no rain at all...

The water trickling...

As the winds of time and passion flow across the soft leaves

on thy mind...

The waters of the imagination seem to come...

As the words seem to flow once more...

It is you my love...

You are the winds of passion...

The waters of that raging river.....

DC