Quietlaughter

You

In the winding

               travelling

of this river

              flowing
                      endlessly

                                 into itself

Are

        found in the folded waves

that embrace the stony earth

               in the deeper pools

                       where the fish lay sleeping

waiting for the sun

 and

 in the birth of the vapour

 that is my existence

to You dear

Hai

I say

~

Leigh-Anne Tyson
12.11.07
* I wrote this awhile ago - as you can tell by the date ;-) I only just recently found it again... had forgotten I wrote it. Funny how that happens sometimes.