the dance of a river











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Dedicated to the unrelenting body of water who'd never cease, for one moment, to keep me smiling; my dearest mother 🌹

the dance of a river

when the effusions of heaven let their diamond tears fall upon the dusty earth

when the effusions of heaven let their diamond tears fall upon the dusty earth, the flowing miracle of wonder brought life to the thirsty land

a servant to the valleys

a servant to the valleys, she'd sanctuary life;

a servant to the valleys, she'd sanctuary life; brighten the shadowy paths as the frogs croaked in the blackness and fish played in her eddying grace

a lowly wend on a slender path,

a lowly wend on a slender path, she wore away the stones and unearthed the aureate beads

trickling in the dessicate months

trickling in the dessicate months but forever feeding the wilting flowers 'till they shone gaily from her charity

she'd never seen the gleams of the garish sun

she'd never seen the gleams of the garish sun, not 'til she swam around the rims of forests to meet the precipice;

there, she fell in her majestic twirls

there, she fell in her majestic twirls, like a beautiful infinite dream upon the earth

there, she fell in her majestic twirls, like a beautiful infinite dream upon the earth, cascading into the lake below

of ambitious magic

of ambitious magic, they coalesced with nature

of ambitious magic, they coalesced with nature, conceived four rivulets that forked across the land

I was the turbid water

I was the turbid water, swollen by her unending devotion

I was the turbid water, swollen by her unending devotion, whirling against the green and slimy piles

I'd crash into the myriad rocks and bring about the doldrums

I'd crash into the myriad rocks and bring about the doldrums, yet her current would pick me up and keep me flowing without a moment of cessation

I remember her teary eyes when she watched me drift through the channel into the ocean

I remember her teary eyes when she watched me drift through the channel into the ocean, only to splutter in the frenetic chaos of effluence

contaminated

contaminated, yet she'd warp me in her vestal grace

contaminated, yet she'd warp me in her vestal grace, and cleanse me of all the waste I'd picked up

I saw then the beauty of my mother

I saw then the beauty of my mother; of glorious lustre who'd become a deluge of love for her rivulets

and through the deep abysses and relentless oceans

and through the deep abysses and relentless oceans, at the end of the river where the sundown beams

and through the deep abysses and relentless oceans, at the end of the river where the sundown beams, I’ll always have a beacon of light

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