At the water’s edge I’ll meet you
Where the lapping ripples dance
Where the wind gently sways
soft on the skin.
At the water’s edge I’ll meet you
where sunbirds come to drink their long sweet nectar of delight
Here where it is still and quiet
I wait to unfurl the burdens from my back, the tendrils of warm sunshine asleep
At the water’s edge I’ll meet you
Where the moon dances at my feet
Where frogs croak their tiny tunes
And call out to the moon
Her full face reflected in a glassy surface of cascading lights.
At the water’s edge I’ll meet you
Where the flight of a thousand birds’ wings can be heard
suspended between night and day.
Here where sky meets land and
water meets heaven
And the stars
wait for their final curtain-call
Katja Hamilton
The Blue Butterfly, May 2018
© Katja Hamilton