A river runs through us,
the river of life,
with its twists and its turns,
and its banks out of sight
...early morning
mist, fractured light,
scatters
these dregs of the day –
Away, away!
The flotsam and jetsam
of years passing by,
swirl in a whirl
float in the sky....
The azure blue
heat-haze sky
of childhood, a childhood
all gone by.
Whenever I try to say this
I cry.
So, down in the depths,
murky and drear,
listen to the heartbeat
learn from the fear.
Swim against the current
never let go.
This river of time,
it's a scurry in a hurry –
and a tangle of rhyme.