Dance upon the silence

That which flows between us --
me, aflame with autumn,
marked with heights and gullies;
you still green with summer,
flat and even, warm, embracing --
is a river,
peaceful, still,
and yet alive with movement.
Come stand with me upon the bridge:
we'll toss our thoughts
into the water,
watch the ripples
touch each other's banks,
wash over rock and sand
and nurture that which grows
at the water's edge.
Or hold me in your arms:
we'll watch in quiet harmony
as our reflections
dance upon the silence.


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