Land of Lakes and Volcanoes by Barry Stepe

You came swirling through the skies
from the land of lakes and volcanoes
and flew into my vision quickly,
with waves of kisses overlapping kisses
until the world knew no other sound
than the peace that speaks
so distinctly
when we’re alone.

Your image holds my fascination
that departs like the ocean
back into itself
but never losing its grip
of the sand cascading over the shore.

We have become as fluid as droplets
of river water
melting and dancing
their way into the sea.

We make the spark of touching
electrifying everlasting,
we bronze it
in permanence.