It flows around <br />without much sound <br />to fill us whole <br />in rich glory, <br />our soft story: <br />I shall extol. <br /> <br />We split apart <br />right at the start, <br />I ignore why. <br />My trap gets set <br />when I forget <br />your glowing eye. <br /> <br />Lilting words danced <br />when we both chanced <br />to allow hopes <br />within our plot <br />tied in a knot <br />perched on tipped slopes. <br /> <br />Distant goodbyes <br />always disguise <br />the tears and fears <br />that must arise <br />at love’s demise <br />woe reappears.<br /><br />John Weber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tributaries-2/
