Winds and grass beckon

Rain’s precious caress

Where affection, and time,

Envelop water, with land.

 

And love, bygone, flies

On a bird’s wing’s flutter

Where

A heart’s pure feather

Says “stay for another:

 

Moment by the still,

Water, the gator’s silent

Hovel”

 

And a man’s soul soft

Cries happy,

But a child

 

And Nature folds the

Page

From God’s cradle,

Through this age:

 

When I would that your eyes

Meet mine at the seam,

Where longing joins

Finding,

And love is the mean:

 

Between dream,

Between night,

Between day

And through a sight:

 

Of all Nature’s 

Bounty that

So shines in our

Arms

 

And all the sweet words,

I hid,

From vice.

That they stay

Too pure

 

For concrete, and

Man’s price:

To live amidst roads,

And marry a motor!

 

No, take my hand,

Come

By the stillwater

Cover:

 

The drear of man’s death

With dirt and our Mother

 

And hold each other

Firm,

While we allow the skin’s

Crease

 

To heal our torn souls

And see with our eyes:

 

The winds and grass beckon 

Rain’s precious caress

And affection, and time,

Kiss water, with land

 

And love stays strong

As passion meets

Truth

 

Tarry still,

Sweet lady,

Never mind

 

The gator’s tooth.

_________________

 

R.V. Smith: “Stillwater”, 09-18-22

 

© 2022 by Ryan Vincent Smith