The Waters Hymnal
My emotions flow in time with the rivers current
It's so close I can smell it, what I long for
the tall cat tail grass brushing against my bare arms, wet sand and driftwood
a heavy heart longing to be carried home again
my soul craves this, the waters hymnal
It must be a dream to meet you here on these banks under the night sky
Sitting on the edge of all that I must cross
We laugh, skipping stones
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