Guiltless
The painted tips,
the scented flow,
of the river banks
with infinite links.
The sweet burn of cold.
A supper made for silk.
A journey that has no end,
in a forest rid of guilt.
Guiltless
To lands beyond our imaginations we go. May the galaxies be our only guide !
Twinkie Talks 
This is a beautiful poema nd a great image. where did you get the image? I would be interested in using it, whith appropriate referencing, if permissible.
its a royalty free image from pixabay.com