"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
- Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

[Goodbye to the River]

I found peace today
In the time when I just was.
I listened to the river's song
As it rippled over the rocks.
I felt it soothe my aching soul
As it said to me, "Just be".
I sighed and felt my lungs expand
And let myself be me.
I found contentment today
In the simplicity of natural song,
A song composed by water, birds, and rustling leaves.
These tender notes erased all wrong
All worries, fears, and doubts.
I felt nature stir my inner self,
Move the deepest places in my heart.
I breathed and felt the worry fly
Caught by the wind's graceful art.
I found peace today
In the time when I just was.
I listened to the river's song
As it rippled over the rocks.
I said goodbye to the river today
And thanked it for what was.

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