The River

My eyes grow weak
From gazing too long
Into the river.

In the stream
I thought I saw again
Those long lost to me.

I thought I saw again
Yesterdays full
Of reason and hope.

Deep within the river
I thought I felt arms
Reaching for me.

So I surrendered
To the quick stream
To the cold and deep current.

My breath shallows
The beating within my breast slows
And I smile into the river.

The river enters me
And I enter into the river
Into the cold and flowing river.