- her face was a river, round.
her hands and arms, the reach and gathering of tide.
her two legs the way water begins and ends.
her hair, the mane of waves in a storm.
I was there.
her imagination roams, and now is including me.
her eyes, lingering, taking a measures worth.
her lips, oh her lips, sailing, making way to home.
her voice ever shadows my ears.
I took comfort there.
and water, when you look, is all made of threads.
since the sea was born, till she lays me down,
I was there. I still am.
blue water art above by Kerfe. with permission, thanks.
2 thoughts on “water is”
Water made of threads–I really like that image. (K l
Reblogged this on method two madness and commented:
Neil Reid borrowed my painting as inspiration for his lovely poem.