Streams of Time

I am wading through

streams of time

always moving never still,

when I sense another presence

that enraptures me my soul to fill.

I slow my pace as he approaches

my heart beats fast my breath is short.

His mysterious face unclear unfocused

gives me pause and my stroll aborts.

He then gestures to me slowly

I follow him back up the stream,

and time stands still just for a moment

our auras blending in our dreams.

 

Reviews

[MsJewel]

I love the dream like feel of your words...almost as if floating as gracefully as your words upon the page. Beautiful poetry my dear friend.

:) Julie

[Dara]

Your words warm my heart. Thank you so much!

[Jamestown]

Absolutely fantastic, beautiful calming and peaceful, thanks for sharing.

[Dara]

Thank you for your warm review. I am so glad you enjoyed my poem :-)