Nymph
You come to me, your face in water
mouthing words, obscure in the water
speaking from beyond, unsuspected
I peer across this sheen of water
I ask a question, you shake your head
I see nymph’s tears, even through water
my world and yours, we can almost touch
this crystal veil disguised as water
I hear you, as if you say ‘free me!’
then you’re gone, through my hands, like water
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
