At The Waterside

                                                                

                                                                                                                                                                     

At The Waterside
by Melissa Lynn Luce

His mood influx by and by the riverbed,
gracious in sound, gracious in step
his love flowed at the waterside as we did tread.

I lift my dress, my toes step towards the stone ahead,
he took my hand and said
"May I carry you to the other side, close to my heart where love resides?"

My hand did tremble like a leaf, I spoke not a word...
yet nodded please. 
And in his eyes I found relief.

My feet in mid-air, my body embraced with care,
I lay my head upon his chest to hear his heart speak the rest...

His mood influx by and by the riverbed
gracious in sound, gracious in step
his love flowed at the waterside as we did tread.