He sat upon the mossy knoll overlooking the valley
the crispness of the air awakening him
cup of coffee in hand strong and black tipped to lips
washing over his tongue sharpening his senses

Indulging in the quiet of the early morning
a time he so relishes for himself amid serenity
the peace of nature when he can be one
with no intrusions of the outside world

Down below seen in the lushness of the green
along the riverbed there she stood,
as though thoughtful in what was before her
dipping a toe pensively into the water testing it

Withdrawing it and with the graceful swoop of a ballerina
pirouettes downward cupping water into her hands
rising up she throws the smattering of droplets left into the air
which fall upon her like glitter under the bountiful sun

He smiles rising up from the knoll where upon he sat
as the glitter of water falling upon her grasps his attention
he quizzically watches her as he strolls nearer
not wanting to disturb this vision of beauty afore him

And there she is the song, which stood within his dreams
the quintessence of beauty soothing his soul his siren
consumed by the fragrance of her as wafting waves
slowly moving upon the sandy shore soaking in

Intoxicated by the magic of her soul their eyes meet

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
March 19, 2013