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.