The Words are in the Water

He told me how many raindrops were in the clouds.

What to do when lightning strikes the ground.

How much he loves my blue eyes,

Such a contrast from his brown.

I wondered about the meaning of life

Contemplating why we’re all here.

“I’m a philosopher,” I said.

He responded, “I consider myself an artist.”

I asked, “What do you think the meaning of life is?”

“I think we’re here for love, for beauty.

And happiness,” he said.

We walked the rest of the way in silence,

hand in hand down the wooded trail.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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