Ripples

The ripples of your presence reverberate through this sacred pattern, like the sparkling laughter of streams leaping from jagged mountain peaks. 
The music of water tumbling across massive rock walls.

The earthy scent of decayed leaves after winter rain.

The lone song of a noble hawk in deep canyon shadows.

The rich, visceral thickness of wind in Spring sunshine.

A waterfall is a truly terrifying thing.

Water, the softest, kindest, receptive element imaginable. ...with enough pounding pressure to humble the density of wrought iron.

Thunderous, violently destructive, overcoming solid stone.

So your breath echoes across my contoured skin as a gold plated pin dropped upon the glassy surface of a crystal cool lake.

Seemingly the smallest of actions can be profoundly affecting. 
Elements most effective at levels of parts per trillion. 
I can still inhale the essence of your movements sliding through the hallways of my mind.

Soothing fire in crisp crepuscular moments. 
Isometric action creating deep inner shifts, as the memory of your voice slightly dips the anterior edge of daily alignments.

I heard it calling to me today, along the peaceful pathways of routine. 
Over and again, I reached for your visage in the darkened corners of my quiet moments. 
I almost graze the visceral memory of our embrace, as we slip-slide down the side of time's passing.

Feeling the weight of memory drop beyond peripheral thoughts into real wide-eyed moonlit pools. 
As solitude surrounds me, the bandstand of your company still bathes my nights in an orchestra of light.

The surrounding trees remain resonant with your luminosity. 
While the soil softly whispers your name.
-e