Water Under the Bridge

Crashing, splashing waterfall
Of excitement, thrills and chills
All new beginnings, all goosebumps
Both in love with the sensations
The discoveries together made,
The flowers that pass so quickly
Shared poetry in water music
An electric kissing crash.

Reaching the creek below
They slow down, spilling over
Boulders and pebbles
That give some thrills,
Some chills, but calmer
Not so much drama, but some.
Enough, he says, but she
Misses the flowers and the goosebumps.

The creek dwindles to a stream
Not fast enough for boulders
Slipping quietly over pebbles
Passing flowers wilting in the sun
No drama ripples the surface
No crashing, splashing thrills.
Enough, he says, but she
Misses the excitement of new beginnings.