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You are my river.

I am your sea.

Carving sweet landscapes

You return home to me

Rushing quickly in rapids

Or lying, languid, in pools

Or frozen weightless in sunlight

As waterfalls' jewels



Or spouting effortlessly skyward

With the warmth of hot springs

Or flying in showers

As bathing birds sing



Or in the warmth of July

Your dew moistening soft sod

Or in the rain of December

As cool teardrops from God



Or the quiet companion

Of creek butterflies

You magnificently reflect

Their grace in the skies.



"I need you."  I cry out.

My voice is the thunder

As you wind never seen caves of earths dark down under.

My lonely lament drifts across the sad miles.

And from somewhere nearby I hear your sparkling smile.  



Then I know.

Only then I know



That powerfully, assuredly you WILL return home to me.

For you are my river.



I am your sea.