North Carolina, US
There is something cleansing in the water.
The way it splays your hair
In a thousand shimmering strands
That light the water all around.
Your eyes are closed, but still they flicker
Humming with the River as you sleep.
The white silk rests upon your skin
And swims in the wind beneath the water,
Your heart-beat breaks the calm surface
Of the mirror softly
In a wave of quiet ripples.
A cloud shifts across the sky
And you are revealed in all your beauty
Radiant in the silver flames of the moon.
The little white rose
Pale as the stars beneath your eyelids
Blooms bright as the light of the night above
From where it rests to crown your head.
I can hear the singing in my soul,
Yet I can see your lips are still.
And as each player moves their piece, confident and tall
They forget that they can move themselves, in the greatest game of all