Victoria Series #3

Victoria Series #3

The River and I have a different path

Mine winds through weeds and dead leaves

The River flows through soft moss and stones

I have heard a whisper that the River

Can flow through heart and mind

And trickle down to the soul's reservoir

But I walk a different path than the River

Over gravel and dead wood bridges

Up hills of muddy dirt and rough rock

Only a child would jump in the riverbed

Follow the waterline with soppy shoes

And grand ideas of freedom

Only a child, and I am so grown

That I know little

And am known little more.

The River and I travel side by side

But one day, one day,

I will travel the path of the River

And the River will travel me.