Dreaming, I saw her in her body
Taking on the shape of sorrow
A tear floating down her cheek
“This river”, she said,
“Does not always take me
To who and where I want to be”.
I watched as the earth hit her knees.
Her hair whip and fall about Her face.
Am I dreaming of you or of you in me?
She speaks to me in riddles
In and about the many ways
Her tributaries seem to flow
So in and out of place
“But in times like these
Where the river bends
Takes me to your side
I feel I am complete
And for a brief moment
I am allowed to dream”.
But the current whisks her away
Leaves me with only my thoughts
Of what seems was just a dream
Or maybe we are just two
Fragments of one star
Whom on her river bend
Stars by chance did meet
Copyright 2003 Michael Wayne Tabor
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