Shizuka
Sonnet III
Published in
Jun 18, 2021
River and stream carved out through my woodlands,
flowing back home to the salt of the sea;
carrying sparks and waves from beforehand,
littered with light and astonishing me;
Rapids roaring, sound off like a heartbeat,
echoing cadence in rhythmic fine-tune;
a strong reverb, tangible and concrete,
reflects your thoughts in the light of the moon;
The river she grows and sinks back below,
ebbing and flowing like breath from my lungs;
whispers in time had often told me so,
that we all change and have songs to be sung;
My river is kind, lives up to her name,
and today I found we’re one and the same.
