River Song

Tonight our Pilgrim sleeps under velvet skies
As we count the days since the caravans have departed winter’s rite
He finds his beloved in a hundred murid images
The clues hiding deep in these crossed roads of a poet’s second-hand notebook.

For those of us left behind to finish with this wayward strole
The milkiest way is full of light from Andromidas way Starbright
With nights of Blue Moon, Cowboy Junkies, and Sweet Jane
Least we forget the rain, the sky and the Hawk from on high.

Steel on steel will make the rails sing
But tonight my song is for the river the Lakota call Wakan Tanka
Take me into your murky debts amongst the sunken cypress logs
And renew me in the pure water of southern rain.

With great respect and warmth, we bid the day adieu’
May our dreams ever fall true for another nights review
And with my eyes ever smiling across the waters wide
It’s good to ride the river with you.

©jc2017-9

Image courtesy of Pexel

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JC

I was officially diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease on October 29, 2012. These are my thoughts on Parkinson's and a variety of subjects.

11 thoughts on “River Song”

  1. Ah, I’d love to ride the river with you, JC. We can either kayak, raft, or canoe? I’ll pack a picnic lunch, and we’ll recite poetry. ❤

    Melodic words that flow with such bright light and positive energy! I do adore your beaming nature.

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