Poem: Gentle water

Photo Credit:  Ramesh Iyer

A gentle water, sprinkle on my feet

You held my hand running breathlessly.

I laugh, touch your face, as you chase,

and shout out: One, two, three!

We must!  We will! Run, jump,

into the deep blue sea!

like a young child, ‘How could this be?”

mmmh fresh air!  I feel so free;

smell like a blooming scented flower—

rising in my dream

A gentle water so clear, greenish,

Pleasant like the Caribbean sea.

Empress Journee