The River

Aug. 27, 2018

 

Down,
down,
down,
the river
I've moved.
The days have ebbed and flowed
but the damned waters do not hold
I continue on...
my destination, the sea
open and free
and no one to trouble me
where an isle awaits
my approach.
Down,
down,
down,
my love
in tote
following gentle promised paradise
all our own- our eyes drawn
do not see ahead...
rapids roaring, pouring,
thundering; but over gently
cruising in hope, my love
and I glide.
Down,
down,
down.