A Stream In The Woods

Playing safe with the heart

She kneels beside the stream in the woods.
The sunlight playing through the leaves,
Making her hair spun gold, she glows.

I stand across from her inside a shadow,
Coolness wraps me in silence
As I watch her.

She holds peonies to her breast,
Her delicate hand holding the blossoms
The fragrance dances around me.

As her hand touches the stream,
She looks up, cerulean gaze captures me,
She smiles.



I should have told her I loved her,
love her,
I start to call to her,

I awaken, again
Sitting at the base of a tree,
That stands beside a stream in the woods.