The River's Edge
- Paul Clive
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River's Edge
A mote of finest cosmic dust
Shimmering in the starlight glow
Trembling on the edge of a ripple
Thrust along the rivers flow
Languishing in dark repose
I feel the air begin to quiver
A breath and then at last the fall
The subtle touch and final tittle
Warm exhalations caught on strings
Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams
Hungry for the the thunder's voice
To set loose the path of lightning's choice
And see in raindrop, see in sky
A mighty bow that tints the eyes
Compounding beauty in fractal measures
To store up for later, heaven's treasures
A whiff of soil, just before
Enraptured here in petrichor
Tangled here and left to spoil
Hushed in roots and then no more
Lost in branches, tied in brambles
Briers scuff and splinters stuck
A sap at last set loose for answers
Following the shore at dusk
Catching sight of softer pastures
The chill of night inviting touch
To lay down under autumn laughter
And rise up to meet the end of all
Heading towards an ego broken
The hush of reeds by rapids rushed
The dragonflies with bowing heads
The fireflies with faces flushed
The song of life all harmonizing
And an echo of a burning lust
A passion built to point of breaking
One shadow for the two of us
A stone forever slowly falling
Cascading towards a surface tense
And hoping the water holds a memory
Praying the tide will let me in
A star at last in love descending
To where the waters flow and ebb
A reflection of exquisite beauty
To dote upon at the river's edge
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