Murmuring Waters

She is the whispering of the bluest waters Standing in the stillness she calls to me Within the sounds of the coursing river I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me Consumed by her soft flowing siren song Cascading down the mountains banks Waltzing in the descending whitewater Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun Enhanced of her life and ardor Swimming free Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out My love is the river of azure water Ever carrying me onward she moves Whispering…