Steady footprints ebb from her eyes,
a certain glow
singing of silence,
softening any boundaries to tenderness.
A universe of colors and breezes,
fragrant portals illuminating recollection,
furthering waterfall music,
embracing our yielding hearts.
And when our feet sweeten our nearness,
nearby air stills,
no matter the season,
no matter tide.
Fingers then unfold beyond further,
twenty water poems
graze the waves,
two bathed hearts as one.