The River

On the bank of the river,
your skin glowing blue white in the moonlight,
I hold your hand once more
while fireflies dance around us
to a symphony of water slaps and crickets.

Then a smile,
a kiss,
a hand caressing my cheek,
an eternal moment lost in your presence.

You remember our first embrace
on these banks, so long ago.
I watch the memory play through your eyes,
the hypnotic rhythm of a thousand pulsing green lights
drawing me deeper into your vision.

You tighten your grip on my hand
as if to keep me from floating away,
but I know it’s time to go.
Reluctantly, I stand.

The crickets blend into a single note that pierces my skull
as your fingers relax their hold,
as you hand slips down by your side,
as your eyes close for the last time.

May 10, 2011 • Posted in: Poetry, Writing • No Comments