In Mend

your soul is a river in mend

darkest hours, casting light shapes and charms

you spell out my love, my dear




and as it is to bend, again, in mend, your river touches mine: my soul, the land

in butterfly kisses, wishes and breath

your soul is a river

my river

your land








and to the wonder,

forever be near


forever, forever, forever, my dear.


written in Maine, 2017.

PoetryRachel Snack