The River
One step into the beyond;
don't let the silence be your final
voice;
find the courage to forgive, to learn, to
finish.
Like the leaves of Autumn; we live, we fall,
but we return, Always.
Like a teardrop [falling] creating the river
of life;
meandering, surviving, teaching,
it flows with the story of your life;
forever engraved in the riverbed - a book
unwritten.
Life, the mystery that eludes;
the time we have, is all the time it
takes.
Don't stop. Live. Passionately.
The mystery will not let you go.
Don't stare from empty space,
take out the crayons, draw.
Create, be remembered.
Don't slip away without a final embrace,
secured in his arms,
nestled in peace,
in that place where love began, where love
shall end.
Drifting, slumbering, into dreamland, to
remember.
To write is to lay down with the truth and
face your demons,
to record your dreams.
If a pen is at hand [then write]
it won't fail you - it is your legacy,
the peace, deep within,
it will keep them alive.
Give them insight, strength, your best.
You will forever live, in their minds, their
hearts;
they will remember...
Once upon a time, I knew a man, he lived,
he wasn't forgotten,
he is remembered.
His heart, his mind, his best
is forever engraved in the
riverbed of life
The Journey Continues
