Adrift In Peace
In step with love your peace alive
where when my mind runs amok
playful in shallows she will strive
to wonder if his love be just luck.
She will bask in the beauty of time
knowing when he did offer a bliss
she is a dream rosemary and thyme
for away he is gone his love amiss.
We once share the river in a throe
a place where intimacy did wild
allow our bodies intermingle go
until nightfall sated; now exiled.
She might exist on buoyant plane
sweet reminisce, her arousal alone
he recalls her in elegance plain,
that mistake the current has grown.
I do wander in time search my release
I imagine yes she remains adrift in peace.