River of Souls

Meet me in the estuary
where words flow in gentle swirls
as North meets South
at the mouth of this river,
wade in and bathe with me
beneath the waterfall 
that cascades
like crystal sunlight 
and sighs

Cup  your hands to the water
as it falls from my face
and sip the essence I have breathed
into each syllable,
then hold it like a kiss 
against  your lips 
to quench your thirst
and immerse yourself
as the hidden whispers 
call your name

And when you  have tasted 
every drop
and fed your soul
with memories both old
and yet unmade
reach into the current
to pluck the diamond from within
and carve the names of poems
on the rocks that line 
the shore.


april 2007
Janet Reid





Awarded by Poetic Constellations