Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The River and Us

I can hear the river running
though it's barely keeping pace
with the pounding of my heart, so fast.

Why I am here, it's stunning
I just had to see your face
considering how You vanished, not the past.

How come the river never splits?
It starts, it ends, by the rain it's replenished
the river never calls it quits
it flows, it winds, by the ocean it's finished

I can hear the river roaring
though it's just louder than us
We're still screaming at each other, laughing

Why am I here, it's pouring
I think I've had enough
Always through the rapids, we're rafting

How come the river is always calm?
through storm, through drought, through broken dam
the river pushes against my palm
it rushes, it tugs, it shows how weak I am.

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