And in such a hurry

I watch from her bank

Smooth stones under foot

Some sit still 

Just below the surface 

At my feet

I lose myself in the soothing sound

Of her effortless climb downward

The rocks and trees seem to applaud

Her gentle tenacity to carry on

They don’t even need to move

Out of her way 

Her wondrous power acknowledged

But presenting itself in restraint

Her destructive potential respected

Evermore in her peaceful embrace

All energy is connected 

I look up from my seat

Just a witness at her parade

I follow as if I floated along

A paper boat in her wake

As I peer across her body

Northwest as she goes

Her body gets smaller and smaller 

Before disappearing behind

A mysterious further away

While I can still look down

To her place at my feet

I can’t help but wonder

Where is she going?

And in such a hurry?

What is it in nature

That would ever make her leave?

That’s when I remember the sea

The cycle of her,

Raindrop on the mountain 

Love filling my cup

From deep underground 

I’m bubbling up

For her

I am sprung 

She goes but, she’s here

She nourishes me

Cleanses me

Relaxes me

And does so across every state line

I’ve traveled through

At any latitude

In any temperature 

On this planet

And maybe others

She gives life

I looked up from my pen

Away from this thought

Let myself soar with the birds

Sipped from my mug

Contemplating all that she is

In celebration of all that she was

That’s when I realized

I was in love

I was pondering a woman 

Made of water and light

Naturally beautiful 

As if the universe was her

And she was

She Is

Sincerely,

Beau Holliday and ***** *******