Streaming Meditation

In the stream out back folding marbled, polished stones within its liquid tender arms I strike conversation Leaves from autumns passed bed the bottom, amber lit glittering with mica strung dreams drowning reservations You have known my youth I have pierced your fluid skin in winter, searching slumber's arms in frosty breath we kissed Now my face has aged brutal truth upon my brow and still you polish heavy thoughts until they shine with bliss...