weaving god like, scorn the hubris of such a thought
tired in the dust
how quickly the days flow past
how long now have i been adrift upon this river?
when did i lose the love
so cherished in my youth?
Have i lost it or has it become obscured
by petty worries
Has my vessel become caught upon a sandbank
waiting for a higher tide to come
or a wave of powerful beauty
strong enough set me afloat once more,
putting wind in my sails;
confusion, is this a river of have i come to a sea?
I breath deep tasting salt air and listen to crashing waves
open my eyes
and see bright sun breaking through the canopy of trees high above
leafy branches moving in a breeze i cannot feel
and the ocean can be heard, the river never too far away
the emotions of youth stir
we are never too old
never too young
life is as life decides
what happens must be
our spirits to thrive.