Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Wishing Well

Stones: Patterned and at places chipped,
Green moss sedately resting over it's entirety 
It calls to me, and promises that my dreams mean something 

I peer in. Darkness. 

Drop. I hear it echo from inside the depths of the earth 

Twinkling brown eyes, 
A bubbling laugh, 
A strong embrace 
A lifetime of love

Drop. I barely make out a ripple at the water's surface 

Generous lips, 
Whispers of love, 
A kiss, two and more 
A conversation of sweet love

Drop. This time, I see the ripples, as I hear it caress the water

A hope
A dream and most of all
A promise of love forever!

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