I too know the delicate balance required to place lovers, rock and water, into a passionate dance that arcs across a mirrored floor. So many stones so little time!!!! I’m to the point where a simple foot nudge of single rock, hidden among many, spikes on my radar if the tone rings true. Those flat forms of floating heaven found by ear, a sickness or calling, I ask you? A broad river bridged by a brief stitching of kisses that fade as fast as angels tears they tasted for just a lightning strike upon their soul.

I can’t wait to reunite river, rock, and release. Till then may all the births launched, side arm, low, and level, find that narrow path just right to satisfy the clean simplicity of a pebbles path across a puddle.