Down by the river I stopped and thought as I sat.
As I watched the direction the water flowed,
I examined the depths and turns of the current
branched only by each rivulet seeking its freedom.

How strange it is when life beckons us.
We are all caught up in an overwhelming force
and feel washed over beneath the rays of the sun
across the subtle crevices of the nearby shore.

We twist and we turn in the rhythm of life.
Sometimes there are those special few who
make their own destinations and set themselves
free from the surging waves of pressured conformity.

They are like shining stars in the tapestry of night.
We notice them as our breath catches in our throat
as they pass us by or the sparkle of their eyes causes
our hearts to pound faster when they meet our gaze.

There are instances though when we are blind.
I was sightless in my youth when I first knew you and
I became deaf to the insights of my spirit because
in my unabashed ignorance, I was caught in the tide.

I cannot recapture the precious time I have lost.
All I can do is live in the certainty of today and
follow the honest power of my dreams again as
down by the river I stop and sit thinking.