Endless, golden October afternoon
.
There we found our river,
A simple quiet.
Our place.
.
Along ocean sand.
Under a setting November sun.
Another afternoon for us
Each walking little paths,
Soon shared.
.
Returning,
We convened with water.
Falling from dark December skies.
We found ourselves then.
Picking up little bits
of the dreams to
Hold us tight.
.
We wondered along the creek
Through snow, woods and
All along the grassy hills.
.
Together,
At year’s end we met these places.
And we arrayed our dreams and desires
Like Christmas gifts under our tree.
.
I saw the blue green water dreams
Deep in your gaze.
You saw those places in my eyes,
Color of fall.
.
And I still want to hold onto it
Before you are even gone.
.
Now all those little dreams
Scattered.
Washing away in the rain,
Across the hills,
Into creeks, rivers and oceans.
Back to those places.
.
But these places,
We will walk again
On our own paths,
Gathering up all of those dreams
And the new stories they will tell.
.
Goodbye, my love.
I will always hold you
In my dreams.
Shaken Rain 