A River

 

A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore

her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more

as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky

a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye

 

an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide

the sounds of the river cause butterflies to flutter from deep inside

beautiful rocks caressed and transformed with her soothing touch

the sweet smell ,the bubbling words sometimes seem to much

 

a journey of passion winding through the forest  to a never ending abyss

a rivers voice, a rivers touch, a rivers scent is what i miss

the soft nurturing flow of the river,  if only i were the sands and shore

id be fulfilled i would want no more

 

T.A.L.jr