Water's Edge

Slow and steady the tide rolls in
like a laced hem on a sandy shore.
Now is the moment for all to begin
rising high from the river bed's floor.

Ripples made from a blue butterfly
on wings that sing of a lover's pledge.
Over the river the messenger goes by
swiftly reaching the laced water's edge.

In the wind, leaves tremble as they fall
gliding slow, decorating the ground.
All that's heard is a soft voice that calls
to a lover once lost now found.

Just as the angels in heaven
look down from a mountain ledge.
My soul starts to awaken
as I kneel by the water's edge.