You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps
the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water.
You are the surf-sound, the sand,
and the sage-scent at dusk
You are the river and grass,
the thunderheads lazily racing over the plains.
You are my water, my solitude thirst.
Quadrille, with De hosting at dVerse. The world is “stir”.