The River of Rim
forever we talk
on the river of rim
cutting its banks
under
smothered stars and
a muted moon
it gushes through
fallen giants
whose dead limbs
gather homeless crows
waiting for the sun...
...for tomorrow
for
someone
kind
enough
to care for crows
for starlings
for all less than
pretty things
all unappreciated
unloved
and misunderstood
even me
when
I don't honor
this "thing"
I try not
to believe
you open your heart
not once but thrice
good girls... just
...don't
but you're so nice
it hurts
so much...
I want to stay
full of hope
on my pillow
long after
you leave
God or
somebody
help me please
is this love true
I wish I knew
but your cliff is
the only one
worth jumping from
and I leap
into you
not too recklessly
to hurt any thing
just drifting
like moon light
in your song
tomorrow
with the poor
beggar crows
I'll come to feed
and I know you'll
smile and welcome me
yeah... I will
want to stay
and that's ok
(please, don't
abandon me)
I sink
and I keep
coming back
to drown
some more
(it's okay
when you
close the door
I don't fear
losing you
anymore)
loving as you are
these crows know
you can't care
for them forever
if they lose you
they won't starve
oh, yes...
...my love
a cold, long, lonely winter
it has been
for us
for them
for everyone
on the river of rim
we are our
only warmth
yet
on Valentines Day
(on Valentine's Day!)
we
tried to leave
didn't we...
...rather than face
this "thing"
(I try not to believe)
only to start again
where we left off
on the river of rim
now
apple blossoms
buzz with bees
and cardinals nest
in those happy trees
yes
I confess
I've dreamed
too deep
(uh-huh
like these ravens
and these crows
if the hand
that feeds me
has to go
I know
I'll survive
but I want to
...thrive)
rivers run deep
rivers run wide
they run to the sea
before they run dry
our banks
have flooded
so many times
yet I don't--
--I can't
I won't
let go
you're too
good for me
(so
I'm deaf
to this fear
I will trust
and believe)
my good girl
run with me
we have our starlings
our ravens
our crows
our
bunnies, bees
and apple trees
it doesn't matter
if these banks
don't hold
and these trees
get swept away
let it rain
for forty
days and nights
again
if we let go
it's not
our
river of rim
no
and who will care for
our starlings
and crows
yeah...
august
september
october
...I know
I am
was
never
really
...I know
who's keeping score
no
on the river of rim
~ we just flow ~
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2023
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