The Circular River
Love flows like a river to the nearest sea
flows on by many names
flows on certain of its own uncertainty
confined between hewed out strands
its pace seems slow, predetermined to me
seeing a weakened bank suddenly crumble in
how violent love’s hope can be
Let darkness come like a thief in the night
let it take this river from my sight
Let darkness remove all that I see
carrying it far away from me
Its muddy-brown waters cool and shallow
passing under noisy bridges
The river beckoned me to stay and follow
without a destination, map or compass
around steep and winding bends
through feeding grounds and dark forests
after each joy sorrow came back again
Let the first porchlight appear as at the end of day
to remind me here I cannot stay
Let darkness remove all that I see
carrying it far, far away from me
The river took me to places, to places unknown
past all that was on display…
