A poem about a path near the river where I used to live. |
The path along the river winds to and fro following its meanderings through the land wandering inland at times to look around lingering long enough to catch a glance then descending down to the rivers edge again. The winters snow crunching beneath my feet the chill air wafting around my shoulders snowflakes drifting lightly downward the river flows steadily through the countryside and I follow as best I can through the frigid winds. The rivers ice floats along on the waters current icy dreams which glide along towards the sea I lose them in the distance after they coast by my side constantly moving along the rivers course their ultimate destination left to the whims of fate. Night envelopes the landscape along the rivers path settling down upon the world like a blanket wrapping itself within the winds frosty breath the crisp night full of stars shining brightly the crescent moon a pleasant neighbor up above. My mind roves across the rivers surface seeking reflections the moons light dancing on the water like pixies in flight fluttering through my psyche with boundless abandon my soul opened bare to the worlds questioning look my heart, once broken, healing in the colds wintry grip. The wandering path follows the rivers mighty course like the wandering of our souls through life changing direction constantly along the lengthy trek choices made in the dark of nights ebon grasp effect the bridges that we cross on the river of life. |