The River Calls Me

The River Calls Me

I can hear the river callin me, softly.

I can already hear the reeds sing
multi-hues rustling in the breeze.
Hearing the water lap the rocks
harmonizing with the leaves.

Can feel the coolness in the air
swarming along the shore
as it gently touches my  face
I'll walk to its tunes and score.

I can inhale tomorrows breath  
exhale sorrows not yet seen.
Intimacies shared with the river
makes her a special queen

I can drop off the debris
which keep my shoulders bent
and actually straighten up, fully
for the time there I've spent.

Can allow tears to freely fall
the breeze drying them as I go.
So easily talk to the heavens
about everything I know.

She whispers seductively
like so many lovers do.
"Lover, I am here, always
will never forsake you.

I hear the river callin me, gently
I must go

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Photo by Odine Monet