Water Lily Pond at Giverny - Claude Monet
I dreamed last night that, you and I, we’re walking
Through a green wood where wild amaranth grows.
We come upon a pond and you stop talking.
You take it in and then take off your clothes.
Naked and unembarrassed, young and slim,
You race into the water like a boy;
I sit and watch; and for an hour, we swim—
You in that cool still pond, and I in joy.
There’s never been a happiness in me
To equal what I feel when I see you
Happy. Such innocent intimacy
Is like a bell that never rings untrue.
It tolls as you come out, dry off, get dressed;
And we continue walking, heading west.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells