Flood Tides Rivers of Love

Flood Tides . RIVERS of LOVE Along many a bank, rivers of love did flow grasping pieces of broken, decaying branches, twigs, leaves and know, carried down stream - within them - are the memories that show, once there were dreams of love that lived within, never to grow. Dreams, Autumn has been guiding towards the arms of old man Winter. A journey Dreams, Mankind, Mother Nature, takes and must, in the end, let go of, let metamorphose into specks of Dust. An energy to take wing and soar into becoming The Light. Dream, desire, obsession, rivers of love, all will take flight, climb towards the heavens, past romantic stars and out of sight B.J."A" 2 August 31st 2009