Stream of Life

My love, my life

Walk beside me,
talk beside me
Curious looks across
the stream
Wondering, waiting,
wanting

That stream,
a blue mirror
of perils and pleasures
Beckoning the soul
Strong and weak
alike fall deep
into the waters

Hands once held by
another
Not able to hold on,
the stream of life
too strong
with rapids

I once held a hand

My hand small and
fragile
His hand strong
and secure
We held tight
and for a
moment
we
lived

Rapids, moving quickly
too rough, too long
We let go to save
ourselves
Now, not able to cross
the waters
Bridges broke, rough waters
between us
We walk on each side
of the
stream

Not able to touch
Not able to feel
We wait for calmer
waters to cross-
To cross the stream
of life