Poets Pub 5th Anniversary Collection - 2020

Waters of Words (naomimrshl)

naomimrshl
2020 March Winner
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Waters of Words

I'm not gonna want to meet you.
I won't want to know your name.
I don't need to know the color of your eyes,
Or the taste of your lips,
Or the feel of your hair.

But when, too soon, I lose you to
The mists beyond the pale,
I will surely mourn.

This small, shimmering bubble
Floating in strange space,
Shrouded in cosmic whispers...
It is our trysting place.

It had no presence before we met
And, when we do part,
Will dissolve into nothing
Save the faint echoes of lost
Mysteries that swirled

And danced

And sparked!

Amongst the punctuation.

But, oh! I hope we spill our
Words out like waterfalls!
Cascades of words that
Refresh the spirit and
Comfort the weary eve.
Overflow'n waters of words
That tickle our fancy and
Sweeten the soul.

I hope we leave here carrying
The gifts we're allowed.
A sweet moment of memory.
A delicious turn of phrase.
A thoroughly satisfied smile.
I hope we're brave - and naive -
Enough to relax and trust that
For which we will never have proof.
I hope we look into each other's
Spirit, and find some sweet delight.

Because, when we part,
We shall mourn the less,
Carrying the gifts we shared.

©Naomi Marshall 2017