rivers

If you've ever been in love with the strong, silent type, you'll probably identify with this one. This one is a personal favorite, not in the least for the fact I wrote it for a particular person but ended up giving it to someone else. Oh, and there's a sequel to it. ©1990 Raine Wynd

i think of rivers when i think of you
rivers so wide and deep you can't see bottom
moving with the swiftness of youth
beginning as a laughing carefree brook
on some distant mountaintop where the deer run free

you touch a part of me i'd thought i'd left behind
on some forgotten knife-edge point in my life
like a river you guided my way back to heaven
and like a river you touch the souls of everyone who dares to stop
and smell the wild red roses that grow along your banks

i think of rivers when i think of you
rivers so quiet and shallow you might miss them
if you didn't see the sparkle of the clear blue water
when the bright sunlight strikes just then
you move me to poetry and song like rivers do

you have seen a thousand lifetimes and yet hold but one
and the day that old man winter freezes you solid
and you are bitter with a soul so cold love cannot warm you
or the day that the searing passion of summer burns you dry
and my love is as meaningless to you as sunsets to a blind man
is the day that i will run from you like the rivers to the seas

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