Friday, April 10, 2009

The River

To the river I went
in the heat of the day
to the river of life
to wash the heat away

To the river I went
in the dark of the night
to the river of life
in search of the light

To the river I went
in the cold of the winter
to the river of life
seeking warmth and shelter

To the river I went
in the bloom of the spring
to the river of life
as the song birds sing

To the river I went
in the warmth of the summer
to the river of life
to lay down and wonder

To the river I went
in the colours of the autumn
to the river of life
and stared down to the bottom

To the river I went
every day
and the river of life
carried me away.

To the river we go
its where we should be
the river of life
will set us free

5 comments:

C. Michael Cox said...

Mmmm...you should write in sestina form with your repeating lines. It suits you well.

BTW, Rivers are one of my favorite subjects. And rain! I grew up in Colorado with the mountain streams flowing white and the sound blending with the trees... Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

Breeze said...

oooh...good idea...careful..someone said sonnet once and now I cannot stop..ha..but a sestina...oh my, ya know I gotta now!

I love rivers and rain and water images, grew up by the ocean and am now landlocked. So I visualise water a lot.

Double-Dolphin said...

I used to write stuff like this when I was in college...beautiful.

Audrey said...

That was beautiful. I agree re: the sestina - give it a go lovely Breeze!
xoxoxo

Daria said...

Pretty amazing ...