The Slow Waters of our Love - Ghazal
Your love came upon me trickling,
hesitant broken water over rock, trickling.
We clumsily danced to a tune unfamiliar,
in measures and scales of a clock trickling.
Though the dead are alone and etched,
together we handle the shock trickling.
A journey complete is the end of a dream,
a pause for a breath never blocks trickling.
Dandelions explode with finches gold
when the April rains disrupt the flock, trickling.
And so it told and so it is gold, my love,
my Ace, the blood of our veins ever knock, trickling.