the constant river in my heart, you are the onewho can wrest my formless shadow from the light
and fill it in with the details of a reflection;
in my eyes, you tell me that it is more than just a shape,
a darker form of darkness that dogs me day and night;
the merciless sawteeth of rocks with waterfalls
smoothing the edge of chaos in the mindscape;
from the secret crevice to where the mangrove sprawlsyou run unstoppable as a stream of molten metal,
your oxbows a moat around my defenceless walls;
minds fly, and restless feet, but you can calmly settleinto the course, and effortless, flow over every trial;
treat sharp oar stabs the same as falling petals.
I know you are the river, it’s so foolish and futilethese endless quibbles over names – Ganga, Niger or Nile.
This post is part of the Blog hop Saturday hosted by Andy David. Read more about that at http://thoughtsofbeautyinthestillnessofdawn.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-hop-saturday-linkup-2-06022012.html