Tranquil waters lap at my ankles, as I stir with my feet, while
Red and gold of eternally setting and rising suns paint
Universes of incomparable loveliness in my mind.
Your hand quests for mine, quietly warm, seeking.
I lean closer, twine my fingers in yours, thinking of
Many waters coming together as one.
On the surface, all calm, unchanging, eternal,
On the surface.
I lean against your shoulder,
Close my eyes.
If only love could talk, it would reach deep beneath,
It would rumble and roar, I am sure.
I lean against you.