The Brook

Outstretched on the boulder
in the dappled sunlight
The water lapping softly
at my worn-smooth boot heel
An ancient brook
whispering earned wisdoms
I saw you in that setting
and it's etched in my skull
So since then I've been
contemplating what might be
An attempt, perhaps,
to justify these sentiments,
but I know they're bound
by delicate ties
You've all the solvents
to disintegrate them
Still, I can't promise
I'll keep quiet here,
even cautious not to catalyze,
because this time I'm certain
it's not a lie