Streams

I have always loved

Those tiny nameless streams

That roll down the hill

Behind our cabin.

In the morning

I hear their music

Like nebulous fingers

Brushing along a keyboard

They sound like crystalline

Harp strings

Or sirens singing

From enchanted shores

When I look into those waters

I see visions of life

Visions of love

Swimming right there

Over rainbowed stones

And around the hallowed

Hills of earth:

Liquid and solid

Symbolized and harmonized

And perfectly content.

I am called by those steams

Running down

the twisted hills

And into my heart.

I dip my hands in

And watch those waters run

Right through my fingers.

The way love seems to

When you try to hold it fast.

It seems a hopeless gesture

Until I remember your face

Your words

Your love

And we are liquid and solid

Symbolized and harmonized

Two become one

And perfectly content.