Water Poem by Dick Davis

Stirred by the charm and beauty of your voice
I lost for moments at a time your meaning:
My mind reached back some thirty years to where
A small stream pulsed between Italian rocks.
High somewhere in the Apennines I saw
Clear water bubbling from an unseen source:
Light glinted on it like a minor blessing,
An innocent sweet iridescence -
Redundant beauty spilling endlessly,
That in another form I drink from now.