Water drips down the pane
splish, splish, splosh
Open my hand and, as it
splatters and splashes its song
a sigh escapes.
I entrust my friend the wind
to make inanimate objects dance
and feel the gifts she freely gives
as she touches my skin
sending shivers, reminding me of life
then, playfully ruffles my hair.
The blessed water is
a symphony of dreams
soothing in its emotionally seductive
connection to soul love.
Hesitant to leave the moment
lest it be lost forever
breathe deeply once again
before returning thought
unto the world.
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