Ancient strongholds
release.
Melt with me - slow.
A trickle at first
to tease.
Hold unto me,
flow with me
and let go.

We are becoming one.
The beginning,
a Journeying River,
a momentum of fury and force.
Pushing forward
as powerful takers
and givers.

Movers and Shakers,
flooding the plain.
Our sea of formidable breakers,
separating land
from land.

Where temperatures shall rise,
birds sing in new dawns
and buds awaken anew.

Lets call each other "lover"
and call it
Home.

Sweet

This is simply beautiful

Curtsy. I was envisioning the Ice Age and the parting of Britain from Europe.

I enjoyed reading this poem, and pondering what may have inspired it. Then I scrolled down... saw your description dear poet, and a much different scene emerged.

Well...there was wistful play intercepted too... Mr Poet Thank you for taking the time.