AN AUMINUS KIND OF LOVE

At times you are a young rapid, full of energy,

foaming, swirling, gushing, tumbling.

And I am the crystal clear shower of a quiet waterfall. 

At times, I am the baby brook, babbling along the countryside

And you are the sea, surging with laughter. 

At times you are a malicious canal with a toxic smell in the air.
And I am the stream, slithering like a snake, littered with rocky stones at the bottom

At times I am the dark stormy defence of the ocean, where nothing can survive

And you are the calm stillness of the lake on a cold winter morning. 

And then, when we least expect it, in some very rare moments, we are both water. 

Just simple still water. 

The one and the same. 

You and I

And everything else is forgotten. 

Gypsy at heart, The Senti-Mentalist recalls her memory as a young girl in her early teens, alone in her bed at night, way past her bedtime, with a torch under her blanket, glued to her book, hoping her mother doesn’t catch her awake, reading and drifting away to other worlds instead of getting a good night’s sleep before school the next day.