Gentle Depth
in the land of a thousand summer sunsets we sail onyx grain rivers as petrified lightning strikes trembling mountains high above the opalescent valleys
a thin layer of white dust caresses the place between earth and sky in swaying mist and tumbling ashen waves
ghosts slide in and out of the haze drawing waves, disappearing within the stillness within the motion of a soft kiss or a gentle embrace
her hand falls upon my shoulder and we stand and watch what passes in easy time and a cool breeze
What are you thinking?
She speaks, and the words fall lightly upon my ears
and I come away from this place a little.
Time feels slow in this place.
Just watching, I say, How is your book?
Good — I fall so deep into them here.