7 April 2017

Ice is everywhere in the river
Broken pieces, locked tight in frictions grip.
Under the ice the river moves,
Never ceasing its trace to the sea: much like relationships.  
They to often grow cold and freeze over,  
Though they too are moving
Constantly,
locked by the friction at their edges and their frozen centers.
Any movement of this ice is usually away from centers that once held
Innumerable dreams, prayers and hope.
At least that's what I think.  
Surfaces freeze,
But beneath that surface everything is moving.

Like the moving river water it's impossible to physically touch a
Moving emotion or memory,
all you can do is hope to
Remember that they were a part of your river.

In time the frozen surface of your river will melt, it always does.
The ice breaks, friction passes
And all becomes the moving water of
Your river of fading memories.
Moving quietly away,
and in time it is gone and lost,
Forever, somewhere else.