Nymph

The sacred trilling
Over stepping stones
Where water whirls
And all is rounded
In the liquid loving
Of your lips
The
Nymph of water world
Where surging  streams
Rush round about
The silver gleam
Of salmon parr
And
How you found
The face of moon
Smiling in the Shallows
Of the lake
Then
To slip away
Through the clouds
Of breaking day.

Fancy that.

JL May 13 10:18