The River

I wrote this for my boyfriend, in my journal of all places when we first started dating. (he's now my fiance :D) doesn't know I wrote it for him either :p

Dreams unfold into tomorrow,

a shadow night's breeze unwrapping within me 

a cold heart current that is all too familiar. 

A web of dreams are spun from words spoken 

with longing that travels into shadows.  

It strangely bows into the world and within that world

I encounter the footprints into the past.

Flat on my back I float into the wood, 

through a river that I had once floated upon.  

I have walked and I have found and around the turnabout 

I have come too far on land and looked-nothing have I found.  

Turn around and saw you, there.  

Tangled within the shadowed sun and 

I wonder who I was within this world, how I had come to be there. 

 

I remember you then and I see you now…

every single time I turned  you were there 

with me even when you were not, hiding within the trees 

especially in the night when things seemed so heavy.  

You’d hold me and tell me it was alright

Silent in the shadows, 

where nothing made a sound 

no one said a word, simply let me pass.  

I see their faces as I float by 

I recognize the expressions,

“keep going” they said to me.

Here I am floating down this river wondering 

who will be the one to float along with me 

hold my hand so I don’t eventually sink to the bottom…

the hardships like a heavy burden, a weight upon my chest. 

I bare my heart of secrets, I hear myself now,

I hear myself out every time I cry wish you could see me now as you had before.  

But everything changes as the current of this river.  

Sometimes I breeze by people who were options…

afraid to jump head first in.   

Shield from my words and the power of choice…

make it so that there is no other choice or any option for me. 

I cry upon this river, 

the boundaries broken from the power of 

those tears-can you hear me, 

do you even care or is this another fallacy…

another let down in the making.  

A scar uncovers a smiling face and deep within it seldom chases what’s left behind…  

I Bare my heart and I’d like you to hear me now, hear me out

I want you to see me unveiled, 

and I’ll rise for you, and meet you half way no matter what disguises are in place…

Just give me a chance and I’ll reach out…just reach for me.  

See me now in the warmth of your embrace,

Just shout for me to rise.  

Author's Note

This is more prose than poetry I think.

Reviews

[Chris]

I followed the words... found understanding and then stopped and re-began. Tastes of truth and 'other' seemed to intermingle. You developed a dream-state without a nightmarish quality. I tasted a sense of desperation and need... but not the heart nor heat of wanting.

Chris

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The usage of the theme...river...in the beginning and the latter with how you put things in one collaborative sequence...the questions and answers...and where will this take us...seems evident in the lines of this write...I would agree more prose...but you took this sentiment and shared a part of you --- only may be he should be the first to read it...

[Aramey]

Absolutely amazing! Love it! I'm glad your sharing your writing. This one has an especially strong beginning and holds a different emotion at the end. It's a journey of the mind, maybe different because this one whispers of the soul.

[Luke Ritta]

Loved the line 'Flat on my back I float into the wood, through a river that I had once floated upon.' Great poem, really enjoyed reading this. well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. I like when nature is used to expressed life. The description was strong and I like the desire and emotion of the poem.
"I bare my heart of secrets, I hear myself now,
I hear myself out every time I cry wish you could see me now as you had before. "
A very good ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Wynona]

A scar uncovers a smiling face and deep within it seldom chases what’s left behind…

I feel longing from this piece. And the longing of it sits on my chest like a cinder block. There is such a yummy thickness to your language here . Kudos, Kudos!

[IamDale]

Excellent use of words :) I was able to relate to the concept or to the story itself. The emotion is felt just by repeatedly reading the lines. Beautiful work!

[Arthur Henn]

I read this piece three times... each time becoming more like the words you write. My soul feels the image of your writing. It feels much like this river.