River of Grief

From underneath the blue of aching rivers which push my thoughts away from those of grief I hold my breath and stiffen in a shiver too rare a friend to bleed on my belief I'm sure my lungs will give in in a minute and learn to love the water in relief You don't know grief until you find you're in it and then you're faced with quite a bitter choice You either learn to bare and try to grin it or swim to aching waters with a voice A sense of certain cold exhilaration with which the river grief long often toys is meant for current soul's rejuvenation to sweep along in blue of bubbling dreams where long burnt memories are revelations and sadness isn't always what it seems I long to breathe the river and inspire refreshment filled with life until it teems and maybe bitter grief will then expire to push from frigid depths out in the blue to cleanse my aching soul in it's desire but then I would be left with thoughts of you too much a winding river to escape from and so I know not what my soul should do...