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.