life force

There is a sweet river  that is life.

I submerge in it’s  effervescence

and  like a thousand tributaries  it

reaches out  bold as ancient pyramids.

My  hands course through weeds of silver,

like your hair they catch the light,

reflections of the sky and more.

When I wake you are  beside me,

the  life force of the river touches me,

touches you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The River

I  can hear a thousand heartbeats

if the crickets are quiet.

They have hearts too, every living thing,

quivering like a leaf in a storm

blood whooshing through vessels

that run behind the breast bone

beats tripping over beats to that

rushing river  that pulses inside.

I lost myself in the river, 

Waiting to be found is the

hardest part.