I dreamt of a river last night.
I dreamt of a river flowing and I could not determine its direction or where it goes.
I couldn’t establish if it’s flowing north or south or up or down nor east or west.
The river flowed an endless flow.

I followed its flow running along all the way it goes.
Up and down its banks left and then right and then flat and straight for long ends.
Twisting and turning through the hinterland, calm at points and violent at others.
Coursing across the plains, thrashing over falls, pushing through the woods.

It started to rain as I ran along the river as it took me along on its journey across the land.
I ran as the dark engulfed me and I struggled to keep up.
I ran as the gloom surrounded me and all I could see were the droplets dancing with the delight.
As it hit the black silken surface of the rivers skin.

The rain ended and I continued to run trying to find this rivers end.
I ran confused and they dazed through the dark no end in sight.
No ocean that will signal that I have come to the end, turn around and go away.
Run, no end. No end…no end. No end to this river that I dreamt about.

W. Arends

The stillness of the heart

The stillness of the silent heart.
When it doesnt beat and it doesnt speak.
Oh the stillness of the heart when its quiet.
When it doesnt move, its still.
When its grown contempt with its surroundings or come to terms with its turmoil.
The heart, when its lost its heat and its fire.

Oh the stillness of the heart when its silent.
When it doesnt make a sound.
When its grown too weak to weep.
When its grown tired of trying.
When there is nothing left to hear.

Oh the stillness of the heart when it doesnt speak.
When there is no words to form a rhythm or a beat.
When it doesnt move or quiver.
When it doesnt lash out or scream.
When it doesnt click of clammer.

Oh the stillness of the heart when its quiet.
When it doesnt mumble or moan.
When it doesnt wince or whisper.
when it doesnt murmur or mutter.
When it doenst have tenants or tones.

Oh the stillness of the heart when its still.
When its calm as night.
When its knots are un-tied.
When its movemnet has died.
When its lids are dark.

Oh the stillness of the heart when its grown contempt and come to terms.
When it doesnt  complain or compare.
When it doesnt fume or fight.
When it doesnt stretch or strive.
When it doesnt define or despair.

Oh the stillness of the heart when its lost its flame and its fire.
When its grown cold.
When its hard as rock.
When its ache and hurt is gone.
When it  doesnt hurt or long.

Oh its still.

Get between my arms;
not my legs.

I like romance;
not ***.

Call me beautiful;
not ****

Say I'll always be your number one;
not your next or second.

Kiss me softly;
not too fast.

Hold me tight;
not too tight.

Grab my hands;
only in marriage.

This will be love;
Not your obsession.