River
Each day that clear water runs over the green Morse on the
rocks. I can still hear the pulsing raging rhythm like
ticking clocks. River knows everything. From summer to
early spring.
The clothes that were washed and the times that
we hushed. To hear secrets within her that
dwell. The stories she has to tell.Only then to be
washed away without a sound. Never to be found.
She knew the many tears that
flow. Of many long lost ones a long
Time ago.Only with her to remain,
never to be spoken again.
Many blood has spilled, from many
feelings of guilt.Which has washed away
by faith. Then again starting with a
clean slate.
Love has reborn, like the early morning
dawn.And just like seeds sprouting
out from the earth. Comes a new rebirth.but
not to last as seasons past.
As generations come an gone.I still welcome
her like the early morning dawn.
Copyright © Curtis Nicholas | Year Posted 2011
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