Meet Me.

 

Meet me at
the edge of the world
where earth merges with water
where green trees hang easily
staring at their reflections
in still faery mirrors
as they hold a space
for lovers like us
to hold hands
to hold hearts
to hold on,

and they drop
their favourite leaves
like pebbles into the lake
to celebrate
the loving promises
we will make
as my flower painted
hand you take,
forever.

Y’s Words July 2018

Photo: taken from Celts fb page and shared with me by Jennifer Shelby and it inspired me to write the poem.