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 sunrise” he whispered.


Amidst undulating mountains and dark streams

Luminous ripples shimmer under the moon’s gleam

Laden with an important dream, the river chase

As an elusive horizon quietly awake

– 17 Feb 2014

or do they?