On the River's Edge

On The River’s Edge In The Riverbed I Sat On A Boulder Sunshine Sat On My Shoulder In The Water’s Level Toes Played On Round Pebbles In Liquid Clear & Cold Like Reality To My Soul Muted, Silky Green Flowing Fresh & Clean Rushing Somewhere It Seems Leaving Cares As It Clings … To River Rocks, As Bright Rhinestones and Rainbow Trout Rescued From Foam and A Whirlpool of Flood Strength Calmed By This Turquoise Crème Rinse … On The River’s Edge Splash The Riverbed Like Some Wet-Ritual Washboard Rub Or Lathered Bubbles In Bathtub Dripping Into Streams and Dipping Into Dreams The Day Got Lost Too Soon Mid-Morning Turned High-Noon Sunlight Became Humid-Hot I Felt It, Yet Felt It Not Lifted My Face To A Breeze Lifted My Lungs To Breathe … Lifted Hopes To Believe Lifted My Heart To Heave … Lifted Bare Feet To Leave Lifted Life To Retrieve … From The Slippery Aquamarine By The River’s Edge Of The Riverbed A Little Wiser, A Little Older A Bit Stronger, A Bit Bolder River’s Edge or Bathtub Rim Both Reaches Out With Latch-On Limbs Both Can Soothe A Body’s Aches & Pains and Both Can Swallow What Souls’ Drain … like The River’s Edge In My Riverbed Written & © : 5/28/2013 By: The MoonBee