STREAM

Upon grassy banks,
she ambles
to the gentle
rhythm of
ancient currents.

Fluid fingers
soothe her callused
hands, convey
mountain blooms'
healing kisses
to her brow.

Its vastness bears
Life's own caprices,
lamina, turbulence,
swirling eddies,
ebb and flow,
now swift,
now languid.

Cascades falter
upon her own
irresolution,
gush through
fissures, impatient
for the River,
for Mother Ocean,
as effusions of her
own desiderium, her
ponderings and
prayers now too
long contained
yearning to stream
into the
ether.

Here, she revels in
the union of Water and
Earth, of Light and Air.
She submits to their
will, to sacred
forces of Creation
and Destruction.

The Sun smiles into
caverns. Herb infused
breezes bathe their
unseen walls,
their primeval floors.

Her blood surges;
it sings in her veins,
glides with the wind,
reverently moulds
itself into every
recess and
crevice of Life.

The Sun smiles into
her soul. Here,
at the water's
edge, she lives.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: THE MOUNTAIN STREAM
Source: www.liveinternet.ru
Artist: Adolf Kaufmann