Shore By the River

River is vast water is cold There are no wonderful castles by the shore to behold But for child ten years old Imagination runs wild dreaming of situated by the river city of gold Yet there is something about the river shore Above which eagles soar There might not be even remnants of medieval claymore But stones of bizarre shapes are all over this shore The child paints symbols on the stones symbols that are very old And with those symbols not only he can find city of gold Eye of his soul opens and his world will behold And if one listens closely stones whisper story normally only in afterlife told They give his soul what to it is same as to pebble is consciousness There by giving him hint of beauty that is ageless The boy awakens from spiritual blindness Base of the soul is beyond omnipotence so abilities he now has leave him breathless He looks upon the sky Where the eagles will fly He remembers beauty of this world as he travels through the sky And because he recognizes the need to use the power wisely his soul is painted like wings of butterfly