Window of Faces

I see early days of spring.
Tall grass grows smooth down the hill leading to a freshly, gently flowing light blue river.
Across the river quiet chatter.
I see a row of neatly scattered lush green trees.
The clear air floating around this wonderfulness.
I take in the sweet smell of spring.
As I look deeper int the trees
I see images upon them
I cross this shallow river for a closer look
The images are faces of people in my life
The people I hold deep in my heart
River chatters loud and clear
Faces become fuller to me
I have not yet met this beautiful man
The river slows into a deep strong voice calling me
I blink he is gone.