One for walking

We walked down to the river
spoke very little, the motion
of our breath like the wind rippling
the water—not the wind it was but the water
with its own mute vibrations calling
to the obscured sky

We have loved
each other for how long, the river runs on,
the sound of rocks and pebbles
tossed below its wind-blown skin
we have loved and will again
I silently vow that I would even walk alone--
I would walk here alone

knowing how the last light
as we turned for home
struck off your eyes like far golden windows
the water and I to each side taking
the chance to hold love's hues.

like water that dwells with the sky
we are too heavy long to fly
But let us walk, you and I, down, down, down
to the riverside.