The Pond

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