We wade through rippling pools of light
inside the fountains
of our sight.

Your clarities flow over me
cleansing senses fraught
with fright

as my attentions shower you
with streaming thoughts
of pure delight.

These surging currents
burgeon bright.

Baptismal visions
give this rite

a sense of rebirth
and of flight

as we pour forth
our souls tonight

in love and
to unite.

Fountainheads © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: December 23, 2020