Quenched
Dart with me -
fleetly, furtively,
and anxiously -
like a secret
desperate and pleading
for utterance
in the quiet of
love's lush canopy.
We searched the world
for the waterfall
of our dreams -
private and pristine -
where now
behind its whispering veil
shall our souls commune.
This soft cascade,
translucent and cool,
washes over us -
quenching our flesh,
imbibing our bliss -
before it pools,
as liquid rainbow
and crystalline mist,
beneath the falls.
Copyright © 2004, P.S.C.
fleetly, furtively,
and anxiously -
like a secret
desperate and pleading
for utterance
in the quiet of
love's lush canopy.
We searched the world
for the waterfall
of our dreams -
private and pristine -
where now
behind its whispering veil
shall our souls commune.
This soft cascade,
translucent and cool,
washes over us -
quenching our flesh,
imbibing our bliss -
before it pools,
as liquid rainbow
and crystalline mist,
beneath the falls.
Copyright © 2004, P.S.C.