The driest places on Earth, are often near the sea
You must be water, rushing over me
Replenishing
Turning tumbleweed into finery

You must be snow
Not like winter though
Even if you are cold
My love can never fold

You must be the clouds
Where my heart enshrouds
Becalming angry crowds
Why my eyes are always wowed

You must be ice
Clear and precise
And I your vice
Or maybe city lights

You could be a pond
All my love and beyond
It is you I am fond
Growing strong is our bond

You must be a river
And your love like a whisper
In my dreams the best kisser
In my skies the Big Dipper

© Delia Ross. 2020

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