I may come after you.

You can walk into the forest. Past the bushes, over the stream into the shade and the shadows. If you decide to hide from me, I will not look for you.

I love the peace and quiet. Sometimes to listen to the whispers, in my thoughts. And the sound of the water as the river runs past my wet feet. The crackling melody of the birds, and their song. The march of the frogs.

I will watch the stream burble along, as it travels down its bed, over the rocks and the hanging branches from the river’s bank. Into the distance.

The ripples, when I throw a stone. And even the trickles of the little streams that join the flow.

I will sit there on the side, and listen. Maybe there is a message there. From the past or the future. I will let it flow.

Before I come to find you.

I will be still. In the quiet of the silence. I may fall asleep. I pray the storm doesnt come. Should the darkness come, you may have to rouse me. I have mud on my shoes. But love in my heart.

When I awaken, I will remember you.