Gentle Waves Poem by John Rickell

Calm and still,
no turmoil in the air
the same as last we met,
I hear the gentle waves
join in your delight
buoyant at your side,
as we swim the summer lake
flesh combined.....
shared and discrete
not to wake the pigeon
cooing love as we.
Across the waves
hear summer thunder
retreating from the morning sun,
glory in the yellow light
solos joined in bliss
duet now and unison;
hold the moment close
relax, thoughts entwine
wallow once again, in
the balm of mind and soul
drink of the crystal lake
quenched and satisfied.