dulcet near the stream bed yet

a winder of a soft young river
stills the feast of replication
are you now or were you ever
in the presence of a light chapeau
above wheat hair and did you kiss
the likeness there or here
when you think do you revive
the surface of oncoming daylight
being sustenance itself as if
unending peace would cover any chance
of natural evaporation of the wish
that blue melded with gray in motion
at eye level would forever last