Some days I dance with the river
reminiscing with the nostalgic nuances
of my youthful days.

My life
like a frozen cascade.
The ice building
Forming
Shaping a more complex creation with every deeper
and deeper layer of alluring complication.

Each harmonious memory
fabricating my essence
like a branch of a weeping willow
I am Strong
Free
yet sinking down
softly kissing the soil
causing me to remember why I weep.

My mind each time I ponder
like a tottering feather
I drift
Envisioning.
Pretending I can prophecy
my own story
yet each moment etching a small
excerpt of broken history
onto my heart.

And its all strangely serene.
Remarkably comforting
to solemnly
confront yourself
with the intricacy

Of what used to be.

Of what is now.

Of what is to come.