The Dance of the Waters
Sometimes, I feel as though I'm standing atop the bank,
Staring down at the far edge of the river,
Smiling while the ripples of those stones I toss to tickle the waves
Beam the light of the sun into my eyes....
Then comes this chilly wind that glides over my shoulder to reach the seat of my ears,
Just to let me hear that one song I once knew as love,
With just a faint hiss,
Memories of her sultry lips
I see in the riding of the raft in the dance of the waters
A touch that once seduced my heart and there,
My soul becomes the flame!