Still River
I sit and store the lights once more,
On a river which remains forever still,
A reflection of my self stands before,
The fragile question of my will.
Star-board side, I float toward,
A path to which I can’t arrive,
Have anchors torn me from my reward?
A shore of clarity; I am alive.
A map would help in my selection,
A sheltered place for my head to lie,
Upward stream the course of direction,
As the compass points into the sky,
A star glazed river lies forever still,
While distant passengers flow in search for journeys end,
A beckon of light comes from beyond the mill,
Perhaps a peaceful place for their time to spend.
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