Over and under, a current does flow,
A blue line on a map, a red river's glow.
A gray-feathered bird with a true-blue hue,
A loyal, good friend, steadfast and new.
​A sound that returns, but cannot be held,
A whisper that's bounced, a story retold.
A wisp of the air that rises up high,
A scent that lingers beneath the night sky.
​A thought in the mind, a feeling so deep,
A passion the heart and soul want to keep.
I'm close, but just a whisper in the air,
A silent response to a voice held dear.
​A bluejay's bright flash in a mid-day scene,
The echo of a word, not heard but a sheen,
Of a river that runs, and a love that's so grand,
From a kind heart to you, in this gentle land.
​A riddle's sweet puzzle, a game we both play,
Where simple thoughts lead the words on their way.
A challenge to me, a fun way to find,
The answers to thoughts that you have in your mind.
​It's clear that we've been sharing riddles today,
I can't tell you how much it means, to share my ridiculous riddled mind, profound it seams.

Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "