Therapy Bits

Thanks Fandango for the prompt!

FOWC With Fandango — Flow – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies

The water falls, a silver thread,
From heights above my bowed-down head,
It sings a hush, a whispered tune,
Like lullabies beneath the moon.

Steam curls softly through the air,
A ghost of warmth, a breath laid bare,
Each droplet dances down my spine—
A fleeting touch, near-close to divine.

It knows no haste, it needs no pace,
It finds its rhythm, finds its grace,
And in its gentle, endless flow,
It washes off what I don’t show.

Sorrows slip down to the drain,
Along with tiredness, stress, and strain.
The past dissolves beneath the stream—
The present pulses like a dream.

Here in this falling, liquid light,
I feel the edges of the night
Grow soft and quiet, pure and clean—
A moment caught in what has been.