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Above this river you now run,
is a clear and cloudless canopy,
stretched taut and smooth, from edge
to edge, where every day dawns soft
with symphonies of morning birds
and woven strands of purest light.
you along this final, soothing course,
let go... let go...
repose your weary spirit,
no longer do you need to bravely row
against rushing currents; lie back--
let your hand trail
in the coolness of forever.
I feel, our fingers touch
in love that grows stronger, still,
even as you drift away. This river washes
pain from love, erases scars from hearts
and skin, sifts the silt from gold.
Do not be troubled, dear, for tears
are never wasted; each one a drop of rain
which adds to the river's flow, to bring
you gently home.
a sigh, so long and deep, release
sorrow to become your guiding star
as this restful current eases you
beyond my wistful, adoring sight.
Float peacefully on, joy refreshed
and bathed in amazing light; see clearly,
friend, my loving smile,
my waving hand, and
that calls you, now,
is not so far away,
where your heart is waiting,
__only this riverís bend
This poem has certain lines indented-- the only way I could make this work was to use the underline______________! Please try to visualize it without the lines! LOL
"I place these moments in my pocket
to be pulled
at the rush of noon,
the crush of three...
when tears come,
when words must learn to be enough..." MKL