Water from the well

Mid winters morning.

Icy wind caressing my skin.

The skin I left unadorned,

the better to feel you with.

Your icy touch sending shivers through my mind.

Drawing water from the depths beneath my feet.

Pushing, pulling, plunging

The rhythmic ebb and flow of life.

Life, like this water I draw, flowing through the path of least resistance.

Don’t fight the tears, let them flow,

Kissing your cheeks like morning dew, crystalline on barren branches above my head.

The utterance of snow falling all around me, like some quiet song from long ago, distant memories.

Whispers from the unknown.

Mystery’s abound in my mind.

Alone I feel the power, the beauty,

Of not knowing.

What it’s all, about.

Not needing to understand.

Just allowing

Feeling

Flowing...

I see you softly in the morning light.

Quietly you slip,

into my mind,

my heart,

my soul.

Warming me through your mystical embrace.

Awakened to the moment

I feel the grace.