(as published at the Society of Classical Poets website, Jan 2023)
Upon the rushing river’s bank I stand,
deep water, ever flowing as it goes.
The turbulence of my life it reflects
as if my mortal pain, it truly knows.
I close my eyes while cruel heartache builds
and boils. It swirls and churns from deep within,
akin to eddies in the river’s course,
all ever flowing seaward as they spin.
A lifetime lived within each second’s tick,
my heart’s emotions ever flowing strong
form rapids, waterfalls, and twisting turns,
which carve deep channels as they sing love’s song.
Though time often appears to stand quite still,
it’s always ever flowing, moving fast;
toward blank tomorrows and the great unknown,
each day it takes us further from the past.
Through waves of dappled light and shadows dark
we chart the river’s course each day anew,
as yearning, ever flowing, on we roll,
to seek the distant rest of oceans, blue.
Before us lies the fear of change and loss—
deep love becomes deep grief when torn apart.
Time’s ever flowing nature is our bane,
yet passing time can mend a broken heart.
My life’s become the river’s equal now,
surviving ever flowing pain and grief
while drawing strength from pools of love and faith,
I cherish moments calm, however brief.
© 2023 dustygrein