Member Poem

"I hear you. I see you.
Your whispered thoughts tumble like water from a crystal glass."
A hair-raising voice observed as it floats over valleys sculpted by time's invisible hand.
Lip reading numb thoughts from a distance.
"You came here often lazy saunterer with that dawn angel by your side."
Oh indeed I did said I
shivering all over.
More to the point we savoured the first flush of romance  as Mother Nature hovered overhead.
Voice of a sensitive mind or lively fantasy from the outside.
Zooming in and out.
My head spun as I slumped against  a fern clad sessile oak tree.
Echo chamber of a lonely figment.
Eavesdropping habitat for whom privacy is taboo.
Dawn angel and I would cheek the elements.
Blowing dandelions to a frosted over sun as passion play.
Ah, ghosts of that long forgotten stroll among the reeds hazily recalled.
River currents sprayed the black needle rush plants where we used to hide.
Spikelets and all.
We gasped in amazement as the rainbow trout skimmed the surface of a silver stream.
A stream once centrifuge of emotion for us both.
Memory waterlogged with incident.
Who cares for there are no spectators in this tangled wilderness, this eerie spot.
But was that true or was this a glen of my imaginings ?
The buzz we got from wading awkwardly through pockets of squelching marsh.
Mud splattered upwards mingling with our shrieks of infinite joy.
Sweet vernal grass blade turned camouflage for this off the record seminal event.
Ripples of contentment left the sky bemused as passive onlooker.
Morning cloud gave chase to some trick of the light strafing our wild hub.
Layer of ribbon- like hornwort as slippery footing.
Illusion and deep-seated loss in co-conspiracy.
Birds that once sang so joyfully now offer their condolence.
Tree after tree line in funeral like procession as the wind weeps wistfully in my ear.
It wouldn't be my thoughts dancing rings around my aching psyche?
The waltz of wishful thinking on the leafy mist.