The river forks at big stone eddy rending currents meandering course, its silence speaks not with forked tongue as kismet's swirling eddies abide as if time immemorial; a river naturally cleaved in two separate distinct directions befallen destiny without a choice
Spinning round and round in big stone eddy, time just drifting by in the throes of doubt — high water rising beyond the bounds of earth taking drowning souls up to the sky
Choking on a mouthful of unanswered questions, suffocating on the parting words left unsaid; distilling life into poetry hew from being — trickling out like the spilled out sky — taken down to the empty riverbed leave lay' til it's all washed away, in the music of the pourin' down rain
Freedom embodies metaphysical incarnations riding the prevailing currents it can't control Gravity-gathered down to the shoreline, manifest reclamation after the deluge, from somewhere far above the high-water mark
Swallowed by all the darkness woe betides, thinking you carry such a weight to hold... It seems all got a handful of sand to toss up into the wind to seed the clouds The totality of eclipsing silence grows that rent the stillness of a dream of peace on an eroding shoreline
In an Eddy of Expectations & Disappointment dark waters will ebb and flow, imponderable as drowning hope, leaving it all out there to dry after the rain