reticent reverie

come to me
not as a wild thought
a forgotten image
or a transient feeling

not as the wave
that returns
after kissing the shore

not as light
that trickles
through the leaves
on a sunny day
unsure of its presence
or absence

but as the coolness of sand
under the shade of the sun
as the white of pearls
or the green of leaves
as the lasting depth
of ocean bottom

stay with me
like inherent nature of things
constant yet fascinating
unwavering
enduring
real