Winding rivers washing us along,
Swift currents making their course,
I hold tight to the precious one,
I fear to loose to the undertow.
The joy of adventure fades fast
as the rapids quicken under a silver moon.
My heart stutters realizing what I hold close is a lifeless bird, black and stiffenedin its decay.
We can't swim back,
No matter how hard we try.
I let go, hope, and pray it flies high
Up toward the endless sky,
Up away from this river of tears,
Will we drown in these sorrows?
Has this vessel worn too thin on the rocks??
Does the peace that I long for lay beneath the surface of the hypnotizing ripples?
The fish refuse to say.