I've spent my life in the river's ebb and flow
Some days spent fighting the current, others just floating along
But now my river has no current, and I no fight
I'm stuck in a lake now, with only my hope
Most days I hope I don't drown, others I wish I already had

I finally see the river
after dancing for a lifetime,
I can embrace the end of
something,
An ending, or at least
a transition.

It gets closer.
The weeping willow cries for eternity.
Dipping its fingers into the water.
Fungi poisons the sad tree.
He waits in the water.
The bank moves back in.
Never before have I had such control!
I will not stop.
The journey was too great to afford a stop
especially at the supposed ******!
The water relentlessly surging,
tells me I made the right choice.
Confused, it starts to swirl in circles.
I have no such problem.
I keep dancing closer, now
crying with joy.
I will not wait for the
water to kidnap me,
I’m honored that he only waits.

I’m nearly upon it
I haven’t yet stopped,
nor can I now.
The water whirling an endless
fight with the rocks that try to escape.
The Styx shows no mercy.
The fish stumbles through a rock and vanishes,
crying a helpless cry.

At last the whole river is visible
I’m thrilled with what I see:
an ending.

All this time,
I thought death might have been
a cruel joke where we “die,”
only to still be awake after we enter
the kingdom of Hades.
The brilliance of life lies in the river,
in the river life lies dead.
I jump deliriously into the river.

Born too late too sail the seven seas
to find new lands, strange bird,s
gigantic tree's.
There is not much left too discover, no
precious metals or stones for the
common man too uncover. No desert that
has not been trod, no new cultures
no new god!
No mountains left to climb, no new rivers
too unwind, no jungles left too creep for
the common man in the street.
Gone are the days he would sail the world
in ships made just from wood, too take his
God to peoples new for what he thought
the common good. Born too late for all
adventures set in foreign lands, born to
late for a common man.

The river journeys on,
to the depths of the seas.
Birds of yonder places and the
reeds, bow their heads, urging
her to pursue her dreams.
The river travels to the seas,
local fishermen stood on her
path, sending their wishes to
the ocean.
Days became months, months
became years, as she listened
attentively like a mother
listens to her kids.
The river journeys on to the
seas, rocks on her path, the
burdens of others on her heart;
Unabatedly running her course,
to kiss the dream.
- A. G. McDaniels

Love that is vibrant and fresh like tulips of Spring;
Through and through thine eyes, passion they bring

Thou art the infinite rainbows in my waters;
The wind that sailed my heart to thy shoulders

The love that lulled the fears of my heart;
Gentle hands that thou art; caused my loneliness to depart 

Thy lips like blanket of sleeves;
I shall trail my own, uncover every taste it leaves

My senses thee hast stirred that of love we share;
Thou hast stolen my heart and still kept me unaware

In between fine strands of thy hair,
with long lasting fragrance; elegance not spared

The distance of the celestial planets,
Incomparable of how much our love begets

Rivers, where my heart shall lay to rest if it loses thee; for it must flow for eternity;
So if I could, in our skies, I shall paint my love for thee

Of crimson and pink in every twilight on sight,
With hues of blue in every claire de lunes,
And all shades of gold until the days we're old

So in all of your days, the sun and it's rays, the moon as it glows;
It shall remind thee; What I shall promise, That my love shall not perish



-Love Poem I, Margaret Austin Go