The River

The river is quiet,
flowing without making
much more than a ripple,
yet strong enough
to kill man and beast.
Such magnificence
hides so much below
the surface, secrets,
of a thousand years
anger and life.
Oh to be embraced by
such raw power,
but what a cold, hard,
and unforgiving lover.
Almost like you,
but softer.


Shinemyrtle