A Lovely Piece, We Make

This, is beauty. How it meanders

along. A river, crisp. Clear.

Love knows, no other way.

Tumbled gemstones gather,

in the corner, their crystal

edges worn soft. Gold is

close by. They long to merge.

So powerful, the flow.

Clouds move, unaware

they block the sun;

then set it free, again,

to continue on it's journey

to melt us together

into one glorious lump.