I see clouds moving and trees bending,

as water is winding, and people are moving.

Moving,  as if time is bending the young

into old, and the old into young,

skipping through planets and star streams,

flashing through the horizon.



I feel the presence of friends  -  and of love,

as souls turn and dance, and their fingers embrace.

Such immersion defeats time  -   but not as an enemy.



It is as if all things stop, by the union of

the wind through trees,   and the water over the embankment.

Lost in a moment of friendship, or union.

Lost to self  -  and eternally found.