To my dear friend, TCS, May your beautiful soul and words of art flow into everyones ocean

Water trickles down the slope
Into the misty mystical creek
It slowly collects on fallen rocks
That once stood on frozen peaks

The poet sits on the banks
She sees all the reflections
Nature, Life, Love, Romance
Words flow in her direction

Her congregation awaits her
Her poems are like their bible
The broken hearted and lonely
... Depend on her revival

She bares her heart and soul
She gives them resurrection
She gives them joy and hope
She gives them life extension

Her words flow into each heart
As water fills a vacant hole
Her words flow out of her heart
And heals each lonely soul

Still… The mystical waters flow