Unseen Nymphs

a river of light is shimmering where
rippling water is touched by the air

shining brightly unseen nymphs
skip on the water, sometimes they're glimpsed

by the eagles who live here by the sea
by seagulls and sometimes people like me

and by the beings who ride in a beam
from Sun to the Earth through space in a stream -

bouncing, reflecting, refracting too
an electro-magnetic heavenly view

visions in fountains of feelings divine
everything's alright - now is the time

with wind on the water and Sun in the sky
to let go of thinking, awaken and fly

over rivers of light shimmering where
rippling waters are touched by the air