I spend frequent evenings 
Looking over the river 
Finding my feelings reflected onto bellies of cloud 
We resonate with the hues 
Streaked across those pillowed ceilings 
And quiver too 
As they are leaving 
Alone
But with a gentle moon 
Revealing herself to me & many miles away to you 

Gently does the breeze seem to cast 
Bristles of an invisible broom 
Over sections of the curling fluid 
That travelled through 
Trenches beside where your feet stood
Casting plumes into loose ground
Casting views into loose glass 
Carrying your reflection down 
Stream where it was bound 
For me to gaze onto 

I see your visage in the form of the wind’s brushstrokes 
Under the white light of our ordinal 
How beautiful tonight is your face 
And always 
I would swim the whole distance to find you