life force

There is a sweet river  that is life.

I submerge in it’s  effervescence

and  like a thousand tributaries  it

reaches out  bold as ancient pyramids.

My  hands course through weeds of silver,

like your hair they catch the light,

reflections of the sky and more.

When I wake you are  beside me,

the  life force of the river touches me,

touches you.