29) Meeting

29) Meeting
Between huge rocks,
I met her,
Wearing a sparkling
Robe all over,

She was chattering ceaselessly,
But only when I listened carefully,
Heard I the voice of her secret admirer,
The calm, cold river.

But like every first time lover,
He is afraid, and have never
Called out her name aloud,
So they have never met,
He only flows by her foaming feet.