My heart lingers on the moon to be in the same place
I hummed not to the music but to your sweet voice
The glittering waters reflecting the moments of ecstasy,
flowing among the rocks.
The mountain gazed at me pondering what i was doing
at the middle of the full moon night!
The trees whisper among themselves about me
But i went on..
I was angling on the flowing,glittering waters
Eventually all things merge into one and
a river flows through it.
Its water flowing over the rocks of time.
An unfinished poem,left midway...but somehow makes sense to me today
Foto Courtesy: Bruce Berrein