a moment of reflection

I would like you to step with me into a poem,
a poem of stillness and quiet,
of magical evanescences and sparkling light,
of smiles and the glaze of tears,
connections and mysteries, laughter and contrasts,
and of silences and reflections.

And then, should we choose to give it form,
there are gnarled trees with rusting bark relief,
dark and thick flowing streams to complement
the depths of your kind eyes; your cascading brown hair
feathered and dappled in the sunlight.
Here too, perhaps, your friend, your child, your lover.

I will, if I may,
be your companion through this experience
and, with an open and lightly cupped hand,
try to capture
a glimpse of the wonder of you
my fellow gentle walker
on this soft warm earth.