It never rained

I am a river of echoes

My banks eroded long ago

I see my reflection in sky

Sky sees itself in me

Softly

Softly

Whirlpools sing

.

I am this whirling twirling dance without a dancer or stage or place to land… I see far horizons and long…

I feel my breath torn away from wind

I am forgotten echoes

Lost and found beneath waves of bittersweet sorrow and joy

Plunging deep where the moon burns reflected light

I cannot separate this tsunami of feeling

It all feels beautiful

Some disappear

Some linger beneath my tongue

Waiting for a chance to sing…

…Dissecting the rose she found softness

fading

And thorns

She wondered if the storm was getting serious enough to seek shelter

.

Too deep to be heard

The ache

Flows and recedes

I heard the thunder last night

It never rained

.

The beauty of this momentary missed

or noticed

Blooms inside your heart

elusive

Eternity