The Two Ends Meet
The river tries to emulate the sky,
Mirroring its multitudes of blues and hues.
Rock ledges brutally slap its face,
It flows seemingly an act of will.
Along the bank a man nervously peer,
Delving into the depths
On a surface so tumultuous
For one reflection and its nostalgia
Gently, he laid a paper boat
Its creases fraught with age and discord
Carried wishes and stories untold
“Before the sun rise” he whispered.
Amidst undulating mountains and dark streams
Luminous ripples shimmers under the moon’s gleam
Laden with an important dream, the river chase
As an elusive horizon quietly awake
– 17 Feb 2014