The Waters Hymnal

My emotions flow in time with the rivers current It's so close I can smell it, what I long for the tall cat tail grass brushing against my bare arms, wet sand and driftwood a heavy heart longing to be carried home again my soul craves this, the waters hymnal It must be a dream to meet you here on these banks under the night sky Sitting on the edge of all that I must cross We laugh, skipping stones