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Histoire d’Amour
Mother Earth knows
unfeasible
love stories
by heart
So i sat by the river
and i listened . . .
Drawn by your depths
i travelled the distance
to witness
the ondulation of your moves,
nudging each stone further
like a breast gently brushed.
River-beds too often long
for rains that never fall
or snow that never melts,
till it happens again
—a rush—
a natural flow guided to lowest points, almost hiding
behind
this promise of Eternity
At first glance i met
with my reflection
but it was you underneath,
the teacher,
in all its splendor
dwelling in the abyss
of its own core.
No secrets are the same
and yet as you flow across the land you nurture all living things you come across
—a natural gesture—
unconditionally given
softly.
You’re the teacher
You’re the lover
You’re the master
You’re the compass
You’re the giver
You’re everything
and nothing,
always moving away.
At the sound of your lips
tiptoeing toward me
I turned my head
and you reached
with your hand
that I can fall in,
inviting me to sink in.
No obstacle is too big
or too strong
for you;
this journey never ends
and stories flourish at your touch,
reflecting the truth,
calm and undisturbed,
of love not yet lived.