Riverside Reverie

Let the morning light spill over water white. Spanish moss,

dreaming as the current glides. I walk beside you, where the hush

takes hold. Footsteps folding into stories untold. Sweet magnolia air. The breeze,

it knows your name, and I'm right here, letting

go in a golden frame. By the river, where the willows

bow low. Feel the heartbeat of the water in the ebb and flow.

Let the day drift. Let the moment glow. On this riverside

stroll, you and I move slow. Iron rails and cobblestones