Beloved, you are

the constant river in my heart, you are the one

who can wrest my formless shadow from the light
and fill it in with the details of a reflection;

you show me the pools of greed and grief and slight
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;

you are the river, your waves are the ones who drape
the merciless sawteeth of rocks  with waterfalls
smoothing the edge of chaos in the mindscape;

from the secret crevice to where the mangrove sprawls

you 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 settle

into 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 futile

these 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