Saturday, February 03, 2018
Like Light Playing Over Water
Like Light Playing Over Water
Happening again.
She has come.
Even sitting here,
typing these words,
I feel Her stirring
within.
I do not know where
She comes from,
why She visits,
how She travels.
Now sweetness moves
from feet
to temples,
then back again.
Each time it is
like a lover's kiss
after long absence.
Why am I trying to
make sentences
about this?
The answer
is in the breath.
Dorothy Walters
February 3, 2018
(image from internet)
