poetry by j matthew waters

while drinking water from my hands

as evening fades like a memory
of a faraway dream
I am reminded of words spoken
barely audible above nightingales
ushering in a rising moon
a promise so to speak
made beneath the warmth
of december clouds
that the spirit of the flame will forever
prevent our love from growing old

november two thousand fifteen
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11 thoughts on “while drinking water from my hands

  1. Yesterday my wife and I celebrated our 49th wedding anniversary. This is so appropriate. Thank you.

  2. I love a love like this… as it should always be.

  3. Gorgeous.

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