Dance of The Sacred Connection, Birth of a Poem

Some thoughts and images as a poem is being born:

The two spent the day wandering the forest.

Following old forgotten paths used for generations by creatures of all kinds, in time, the pair found themselves on a quiet sand beach.

Swimming in the cool water a warm summer rain began to fall.

With waves lapping at their feet the raindrops composed nature’s tanda on their bare skin.

Rivulets traced their embrace as they began to dance.