This feeling

-This feeling -

This feeling,
My feeling,
Never still.

Ripples on
the pond,
Our pond.

A wave,
Thrown up
By flint.

Quick light,
A wave
Reflecting,

Off shore,
Your far off
Shore.

Our childrens'
hands splash!
Hurl back,

With ease,
The Moon,
Colliding,

Cancelling out,
Joining into high peaks,

Plunging into troughs,
Rubbishing forever,

Reflecting off
The far shore.

Ever drawn

To you,

The tide,

I hold

My breath.