the day collapsed exhausting its light
and night slipped in
like a thief
and with a grin
stole away with my waking mind
so in dreams i lay
hoping to see another way
but the dream had me
on a small boat
in a quick river
smell the water still
not salt like the sea
but a clean taste to the senses
like spring rain
from the palate of the soul
it leads one to plow under
the regrets if yesterday
and plants the seed
of futures unseen and hopeful
like quick river
leads me to places that i never imagined
in wild dreams
great castles of the forest grand
adventures of the boundless soul
and the unfinished self portrait of life path
  small quick river bends
and twists along the worlds surface
like a wandering child
ever drawn to some exciting bauble
sparkling jewel
it lay in the sand of your quiet banks
soaked by the sun
and cooled by your crisp waters